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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... fear of snapping the flower . A third and heavier accusation has been brought against me , that of obscurity ; but not , I think , with equal justice . An author is obscure , when his conceptions are dim and imperfect , and his language ...
... fear of snapping the flower . A third and heavier accusation has been brought against me , that of obscurity ; but not , I think , with equal justice . An author is obscure , when his conceptions are dim and imperfect , and his language ...
Side 19
... fear of death , Seeing how gladly we all sink to sleep , Babes , Children , Youths , and Men , Night following night for threescore years and ten ! But doubly strange , where life is but a breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged ...
... fear of death , Seeing how gladly we all sink to sleep , Babes , Children , Youths , and Men , Night following night for threescore years and ten ! But doubly strange , where life is but a breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged ...
Side 33
... fear to dissemble ; Nor the Mah'met - sprung wight The great Mussulman Would stain his Divan With Urine the soft - flowing daughter of Fright . IV . But rein your stallion in , too daring Nine ! Should Empires bloat the scientific line ...
... fear to dissemble ; Nor the Mah'met - sprung wight The great Mussulman Would stain his Divan With Urine the soft - flowing daughter of Fright . IV . But rein your stallion in , too daring Nine ! Should Empires bloat the scientific line ...
Side 37
... fear , Shrink from Judgment's eye severe , Yet much I thank thee , Spirit of my song !, For , lovely Muse ! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul , refines my breast , Gives each pure pleasure keener zest , And softens sorrow into pensive Joy ...
... fear , Shrink from Judgment's eye severe , Yet much I thank thee , Spirit of my song !, For , lovely Muse ! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul , refines my breast , Gives each pure pleasure keener zest , And softens sorrow into pensive Joy ...
Side 45
... Fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and all the thousand aches " Which ... fear me that He lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It ...
... Fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and all the thousand aches " Which ... fear me that He lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It ...
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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!