The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 sider |
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... never printed any at- tempts of his boyhood , except those four with which the present publication commences ; and there can be no doubt that his Editor of 1834 would ere now have come to the conclusion , that only such of the Author's ...
... never printed any at- tempts of his boyhood , except those four with which the present publication commences ; and there can be no doubt that his Editor of 1834 would ere now have come to the conclusion , that only such of the Author's ...
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... never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Para- dise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a law of our nature ...
... never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Para- dise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a law of our nature ...
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... never thou dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic Fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and ...
... never thou dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic Fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and ...
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... never felt ! TO A FRIEND , TOGETHER WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM . THUS far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme Elaborate and swelling ; yet the heart Not owns it . From thy spirit - breathing powers I ask not now , my Friend ! the aiding ...
... never felt ! TO A FRIEND , TOGETHER WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM . THUS far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme Elaborate and swelling ; yet the heart Not owns it . From thy spirit - breathing powers I ask not now , my Friend ! the aiding ...
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... never fell ? Rest , injured Shade ! the poor man's grateful prayer On heaven - ward wing thy wounded soul shall bear . As oft at twilight gloom thy grave I pass , And sit me down upon its recent grass , With introverted eye I ...
... never fell ? Rest , injured Shade ! the poor man's grateful prayer On heaven - ward wing thy wounded soul shall bear . As oft at twilight gloom thy grave I pass , And sit me down upon its recent grass , With introverted eye I ...
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amaranth ancient Mariner arms babe Bard beloved beneath blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dear death deep doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart Heaven HENDECASYLLABLES HEXAMETER holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor John Anderson Kubla Khan lady light limbs look Lord loud Love Love's maid mind Monody moon mother murmur Muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Pixies poem poet rock Roland de Vaux rose round Rudesheimer S. T. Coleridge shadow SHURTON sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spirit stars stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice ween wild William Wordsworth wind wing youth
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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.