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Anyone can accept that a writer's head should be full of projects he will never fulfil, and most writers are cautious enough not to set them down; Coleridge, rashly, did set them down, so that his very fertility has survived as evidence of infertility. And over it is cast the glamour, enhanced beyond all reckoning in the dream, of the remote in time and space — that visionary presence of a vague and gorgeous and mysterious Past which brooded, as Coleridge read, above the inscrutable Nile, and domed pavilions in Cashmere, and the vanished stateliness of Xanadu. The poem expands on the gothic hints of the first stanza as the narrator explores the dark chasm in the midst of Xanadu's gardens, and describes the surrounding area as both "savage" and "holy". In some later anthologies of Coleridge's poetry, the Preface is dropped along with the subtitle denoting its fragmentary and dream nature. London: Elliot Stock, Though the exterior of Xanadu is presented in images of darkness, and in context of the dead sea, we are reminded of the "miracle" and "pleasure" of Kubla Khan's creation.
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Original Title. Enlarge cover. Greene even had to leave the country for awhile. Language: English. Belle, a bisexual stripper, is working at Xanadu to shock her mother.
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I think one of my favorite places I've ever lived was my apt. Alcohol and drunkenness are recurrent themes in his poetry, and reportedly contributed to the tumult of his relationships. For some, it might be a dining room filled with their favourite food and drink.
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