Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems - Page 8 by Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 303 lehte Full view - About this book
...the sun: Ne dim ne red, like God's own head. The glorious sun uprist: Then all averr'd I had kill'd the Bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right,...they, such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist. (93-8) The syntactic repetition of lines 91 and 95 stresses the arbitrary nature of perception, the...