"With throats unslaked, with black lips baked,
Agape they heard me call," etc.
"Are those her sails that glance in the sun
Like restless gossamers?
Are those her ribs," etc.
Cf. "Christabel":
"Is the night chilly and dark?
The night is chilly, but not dark."
And see vol. i., p. 271.
[19] "Anima Poetae," 1895, p. 5. This recent collection of marginalia has an equal interest with Coleridge's well-known "Table Talk." It is the English equivalent of Hawthorne's "American Note Books," full of analogies, images, and reflections—topics and suggestions for possible development in future romances and poems. In particular it shows an abiding prepossession with the psychology of dreams, apparitions, and mental illusions of all sorts.
[20] "Jesu Crist and Seint Benedight
Blisse this hous from every wicked wight,
Fro the nightes mare, the white Pater Noster;
Where wonest thou, Seint Peter's suster."
—"The Miller's Tale."
[21] Vide supra, p. 27.
[22] "Biographia Literaria," chap. xxiv.
[23] Keats quotes this line in a letter about Edmund Kean. Forman's ed., vol. iii., p. 4.