Jun 2, 2025
— The Notebooks of Samuel Coleridge, Vol. I
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— The Notebooks of Samuel Coleridge, Vol. I
POEMS BY COLERIDGE by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. (Eragny Press, 1904) Art binding by Samuel Feinstein. Wood engravings by Lucien Pissarro.
“Christabel”, “Kubla Khan”, “Fancy in Nubibus”, and “Song from Zapolya”.
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Queer Book Character Tournament Round 1
Geraldine- Christabel
Giovanni- Giovanni's room
Baz Pitch- Carry On Series
Patroclus- Song of Achilles
Character, book, and author names under the cut
Count Dracula/R. M. Renfield (Dracula, all media types) VS. Carmilla Karnstein/Geraldine (Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu and Christabel by Samuel Coleridge)
Dracula/Renfield
Carmilla/Geraldine
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The absolutely beautiful artwork of Stephanie Hans in 'The Wicked and The Divine 1831'. Writing by Kieron Gillen.
'Every ninety years twelve gods return as young people. They are loved. They are hated. In two years, they are dead. The year is 1831. It's happening now. It's happening again.'
Featuring Lord Byron as Lucifer, Percy Shelley as the Morrigan, Mary Shelley as Woden, Claire Claremont as Inanna, John Keates as Hades, Edgar Allen Poe as Thoth, Samuel Coleridge as Morpheus and The Brontes as the Fates.
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completely obsessed with these Illustrations by Stephen Reid for The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Coleridge, 'Rime of the Ancient Mariner'. Part Five, verses 16-20 (verses 85-89).
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And now 'twas like all instruments,
Now like a lonely flute;
And now it is an angel's song,
That makes the heavens be mute.
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It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A pleasant noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
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Till noon we quietly sailed on,
Yet never a breeze did breathe:
Slowly and smoothly went the ship,
Moved onward from beneath.
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Under the keel nine fathom deep,
From the land of mist and snow,
The spirit slid: and it was he
That made the ship to go.
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The sails at noon left off their tune,
And the ship stood still also.