The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Bind 7Harper & brothers, 1853 |
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... listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ! And thou had'st ...
... listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ! And thou had'st ...
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... listen to the enamored rustic's talk ; Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast , Where young - eyed Loves have hid their turtle - nest ; Or guide of soul - subduing power The glance , that from the half - confessing eye Darts the ...
... listen to the enamored rustic's talk ; Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast , Where young - eyed Loves have hid their turtle - nest ; Or guide of soul - subduing power The glance , that from the half - confessing eye Darts the ...
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... Listen , listen to my prayer ; And to thy votary dispense Thy soporific influence ! What tho ' around thy drowsy head The seven - fold cap of night be spread , Yet lift that drowsy head awhile And yawn propitiously a smile ; In drizzly ...
... Listen , listen to my prayer ; And to thy votary dispense Thy soporific influence ! What tho ' around thy drowsy head The seven - fold cap of night be spread , Yet lift that drowsy head awhile And yawn propitiously a smile ; In drizzly ...
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... Listening meanwhile the echoings of my feet , Lingering I quit you , with as great a pang , As when erewhile , my weeping childhood , torn By early sorrow from my native seat , Mingled its tears with hers - my widow'd Parent lorn . TO ...
... Listening meanwhile the echoings of my feet , Lingering I quit you , with as great a pang , As when erewhile , my weeping childhood , torn By early sorrow from my native seat , Mingled its tears with hers - my widow'd Parent lorn . TO ...
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... listen , youth , ere yet too late , What evils on thy course may wait ! To bow the head , to bend the knee A minion of Servility , At low Pride's frequent frowns to sigh , And watch the glance in Folly's eye ; To toil intense , yet toil ...
... listen , youth , ere yet too late , What evils on thy course may wait ! To bow the head , to bend the knee A minion of Servility , At low Pride's frequent frowns to sigh , And watch the glance in Folly's eye ; To toil intense , yet toil ...
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Side 231 - We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through ! And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Side 243 - 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 213 - 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 242 - Second Voice. Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast. If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Side 246 - Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along ; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Side 230 - 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.
Side 237 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Side 232 - Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down ; 'Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! 158 THE ANCIENT MARINER.
Side 241 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length, With a short uneasy motion.
Side 239 - And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was as its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.