The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and VerseT. Cowperthwait, 1845 - 546 sider |
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... Fair , as the bosom of the swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore love I you , sweet Genevieve ! SONNET . TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON . MILD Splendor of the various - vested Night ...
... Fair , as the bosom of the swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore love I you , sweet Genevieve ! SONNET . TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON . MILD Splendor of the various - vested Night ...
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... fair disclose thy early bloom , Filling the wide air with a rich perfume ! For thee in vain all heavenly aspects smiled ; From the hard world brief respite could they win- The frost nipp'd sharp without , the canker prey'd wood ...
... fair disclose thy early bloom , Filling the wide air with a rich perfume ! For thee in vain all heavenly aspects smiled ; From the hard world brief respite could they win- The frost nipp'd sharp without , the canker prey'd wood ...
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... ; Mirth of the loosely - flowing hair , And meek - eyed Pity eloquently fair , Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the view As snow - drop wet with dew . IX . Unboastful maid ! though now the Lily pale 14 4 COLERIDGE'S POETICAL WORKS .
... ; Mirth of the loosely - flowing hair , And meek - eyed Pity eloquently fair , Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the view As snow - drop wet with dew . IX . Unboastful maid ! though now the Lily pale 14 4 COLERIDGE'S POETICAL WORKS .
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... fair Sigh in the loose luxuriance of her hair ; O heed the spell , and hither wing your way , Like far - off music , voyaging the breeze ! Spirits ! to you the infant Maid was given , Form'd by the wondrous alchemy of heaven ! No fairer ...
... fair Sigh in the loose luxuriance of her hair ; O heed the spell , and hither wing your way , Like far - off music , voyaging the breeze ! Spirits ! to you the infant Maid was given , Form'd by the wondrous alchemy of heaven ! No fairer ...
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... fair ! O graceful ! bid them prove As passive to the breath of Love . In tender accents , faint and low , Well - pleased I hear the whisper'd " No ! " The whisper'd " No " -how little meant ! Sweet falsehood that endears consent ! For ...
... fair ! O graceful ! bid them prove As passive to the breath of Love . In tender accents , faint and low , Well - pleased I hear the whisper'd " No ! " The whisper'd " No " -how little meant ! Sweet falsehood that endears consent ! For ...
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ALHADRA ALVAR arms beneath BETHLEN BILLAUD VARENNES blessed BUTLER CASIMIR cause character COUNTESS dare dark dear doth dream DUCHESS Duke earth Egra EMERICK Emperor ESSAY evil faith fancy father fear feelings genius GLYCINE GORDON hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honor hope human ILLO Illyria ISIDORE ISOLANI Jacobins lady language LASKA less light live look Lord Lyrical Ballads means metre mind moral mother nation nature never o'er object OCTAVIO OLD BATHORY once ORDONIO Pamphilus passion philosophical Piccolomini poem poet poetic poetry present principles QUESTENBERG RAAB KIUPRILI RAGOZZI Ratzeburg reader reason Robespierre round SAROLTA SCENE sense soul speak spirit sweet TALLIEN TERESA TERTSKY thee THEKLA thine things thou thought tion Treaty of Amiens true truth VALDEZ virtue voice WALLENSTEIN whole wild words WRANGEL ZAPOLYA
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Side 71 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Side 77 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Side 49 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Side 72 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Side 72 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Side 72 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Side 78 - Is the night chilly and dark? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull.
Side 75 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Side 65 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Side 59 - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen: Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake...