The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 sider |
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... CHILD'S QUESTION 204 210 218 214 TO A LADY , WITH FALCONER'S " SHIPWRECK 99 215 TO A YOUNG LADY , ON HER RECOVERY FROM A FEVER INTRODUCTION TO THE TALE OF THE DARK LADIE 216 217 THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE , A FRAGMENT 218 • THE DAY ...
... CHILD'S QUESTION 204 210 218 214 TO A LADY , WITH FALCONER'S " SHIPWRECK 99 215 TO A YOUNG LADY , ON HER RECOVERY FROM A FEVER INTRODUCTION TO THE TALE OF THE DARK LADIE 216 217 THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE , A FRAGMENT 218 • THE DAY ...
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... A CHRISTMAS CAROL . LINES TO W. L. 808 805 THE KNIGHT'S TOMB METRICAL FEET . LESSON FOR A BOY A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER REPROOF COMPLAINT PSYCHE 806 806 307 308 808 808 SIBYLLINE LEAVES- ( Continued . ) AN ODE TO THE xxii CONTENTS .
... A CHRISTMAS CAROL . LINES TO W. L. 808 805 THE KNIGHT'S TOMB METRICAL FEET . LESSON FOR A BOY A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER REPROOF COMPLAINT PSYCHE 806 806 307 308 808 808 SIBYLLINE LEAVES- ( Continued . ) AN ODE TO THE xxii CONTENTS .
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... CHILD CONSOLATION OF A MANIAO A CHARACTER TRANSLATED FROM SCHILLER HUMILITY THE MOTHER OF CHARITY PROFUSE KINDNESS . THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO Page 859 . 860 861 863 866 866 866 • 868 CHARITY IN THOUGHT . ST1 ON BERKELEY AND FLORENCE ...
... CHILD CONSOLATION OF A MANIAO A CHARACTER TRANSLATED FROM SCHILLER HUMILITY THE MOTHER OF CHARITY PROFUSE KINDNESS . THE GARDEN OF BOCCACCIO Page 859 . 860 861 863 866 866 866 • 868 CHARITY IN THOUGHT . ST1 ON BERKELEY AND FLORENCE ...
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... children run an endless race , A sister and a brother ! That far outstripp'd the other ; Yet ever runs she with reverted face , And looks and listens for the boy behind : For he , alas ! is blind ! O'er rough and smooth with even step ...
... children run an endless race , A sister and a brother ! That far outstripp'd the other ; Yet ever runs she with reverted face , And looks and listens for the boy behind : For he , alas ! is blind ! O'er rough and smooth with even step ...
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... children , here we dwell : Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . Here the wren of softest note Builds its nest and warbles well ; Here the blackbird strains his throat ; Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . II . When fades the moon to shadowy ...
... children , here we dwell : Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . Here the wren of softest note Builds its nest and warbles well ; Here the blackbird strains his throat ; Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . II . When fades the moon to shadowy ...
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Side 96 - 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...
Side 107 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! 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.
Side 108 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " 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.
Side 144 - 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.
Side 112 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colors came.
Side 254 - Thy habitation from eternity. 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought ! Entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, — So sweet we know not we are listening to it...
Side 94 - Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Side 104 - Beyond the shadow of the Ship, I watched the water-snakes; They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.
Side 96 - And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! "In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine.
Side 284 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.