The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Bind 7Harper & Brothers, 1854 |
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... 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 dashed it , at her soft command JUVENILE POEMS . 21.
... 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 dashed it , at her soft command JUVENILE POEMS . 21.
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... command , But that Despair and Indignation rose , And told again the story of thy woes ; Told the keen insult of the unfeeling heart ; The dread dependence on the low - born mind ; Told every pang , with which thy soul must smart ...
... command , But that Despair and Indignation rose , And told again the story of thy woes ; Told the keen insult of the unfeeling heart ; The dread dependence on the low - born mind ; Told every pang , with which thy soul must smart ...
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... command , I bid each humble wish expand , And fair and bright Life's prospects seem , While Hope displays her cheering beam , And Fancy's vivid colorings stream , While Emulation stands me nigh The Goddess of the eager eye . With foot ...
... command , I bid each humble wish expand , And fair and bright Life's prospects seem , While Hope displays her cheering beam , And Fancy's vivid colorings stream , While Emulation stands me nigh The Goddess of the eager eye . With foot ...
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... command , Loiters , the long - filled pitcher in her hand . Unboastful Stream ! thy fount with pebbled falls The faded form of past delight recalls , What time the morning sun of Hope arose , And all was joy ; save when another's woes A ...
... command , Loiters , the long - filled pitcher in her hand . Unboastful Stream ! thy fount with pebbled falls The faded form of past delight recalls , What time the morning sun of Hope arose , And all was joy ; save when another's woes A ...
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... its own loud screams : Yet never could his heart command , though fain , One deep full wish to be no more in pain . That Hope , which was his inward bliss and boast SIBYLLINE LEAVES . 149 A Child's Evening Prayer The Visionary Hope.
... its own loud screams : Yet never could his heart command , though fain , One deep full wish to be no more in pain . That Hope , which was his inward bliss and boast SIBYLLINE LEAVES . 149 A Child's Evening Prayer The Visionary Hope.
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Alvar anguish arms art thou babe Bathory beneath Bethlen blessed blest breast breath bright Butler Casimir child clouds Coun Countess Cuirassiers curse dare dark dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emerick Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle Glycine groan hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honor hope hour Illo Illyria Isid Isolani Jeremy Taylor Kiuprili lady Laska light live look Lord maid Maradas moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er Octavio Ordonio pang pause Peace Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Questenberg round SCENE sigh silent Slau sleep smile song SONNET soul spirit stars stept Swedes sweet tale tears tell Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine things thought toil Twas voice Wallenstein wild wing words Wran youth
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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 240 - 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 skylark 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 191 - On that green light that lingers in the west : I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
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 245 - I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot, and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Side 248 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. "He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Side 232 - 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 238 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. "Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Side 238 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Side 191 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!