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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... give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amuse- ment , and can find it in employment alone : but full of its late sufferings , it can endure no employment not in ...
... give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amuse- ment , and can find it in employment alone : but full of its late sufferings , it can endure no employment not in ...
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... give an innocent pleasure . I shall only add , that each of my readers will , I hope , remem- ber , that these poems on various subjects , which he reads at one time and under the influence of one set of feelings , were written * Ossian ...
... give an innocent pleasure . I shall only add , that each of my readers will , I hope , remem- ber , that these poems on various subjects , which he reads at one time and under the influence of one set of feelings , were written * Ossian ...
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... Gives the blue sky to many a prisoner's eyes ; And now in wrath he grasps the patriot steel , And her own iron rod he makes Oppression feel . Sweet Flower of Hope ! free Nature's genial child ! That didst so fair disclose thy early ...
... Gives the blue sky to many a prisoner's eyes ; And now in wrath he grasps the patriot steel , And her own iron rod he makes Oppression feel . Sweet Flower of Hope ! free Nature's genial child ! That didst so fair disclose thy early ...
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... I love the languid Patience of thy face ; And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread , And clap thy ragged Coat , and pat thy head . But what thy dulled Spirits hath dismayed , That never 44 JUVENILE POEMS . The Kiss To a Young Ass.
... I love the languid Patience of thy face ; And oft with gentle hand I give thee bread , And clap thy ragged Coat , and pat thy head . But what thy dulled Spirits hath dismayed , That never 44 JUVENILE POEMS . The Kiss To a Young Ass.
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... give ? Ah , no ! my Honor dies to make my Honor live . But see ! young Pleasure and her train advance , And joy and laughter wake the inebriate dance ; Around my neck she throws her fair white arms , I meet her loves , and madden at her ...
... give ? Ah , no ! my Honor dies to make my Honor live . But see ! young Pleasure and her train advance , And joy and laughter wake the inebriate dance ; Around my neck she throws her fair white arms , I meet her loves , and madden at her ...
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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!