The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Bind 7Harper & brothers, 1864 |
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Side 17
... lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore ...
... lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore ...
Side 38
... live and not be lov'd ! ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A SISTER . I TOO a sister had ! too cruel Death ! How sad remembranee bids my bosom heave ! Tranquil her soul , as sleeping Infant's breath ; Meek were her manners as ...
... live and not be lov'd ! ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A SISTER . I TOO a sister had ! too cruel Death ! How sad remembranee bids my bosom heave ! Tranquil her soul , as sleeping Infant's breath ; Meek were her manners as ...
Side 45
... lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And have I then one Friend ? " Innocent Foal ! thou poor despised Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother - spite of the fool's ...
... lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And have I then one Friend ? " Innocent Foal ! thou poor despised Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother - spite of the fool's ...
Side 47
... careless quiet . ' Tis thine with fancy oft to talk , And thine the peaceful evening walk ; And what to thee the sweetest are- The setting sun , the evening star- The tints , which live along the sky , And JUVENILE POEMS . 47.
... careless quiet . ' Tis thine with fancy oft to talk , And thine the peaceful evening walk ; And what to thee the sweetest are- The setting sun , the evening star- The tints , which live along the sky , And JUVENILE POEMS . 47.
Side 48
... live along the sky , And Moon that meets thy raptur'd eye , Where oft the tear shall grateful start , Dear silent pleasures of the Heart ! Ah ! Being blest , for Heaven shall lend To share thy simple joys a friend ! Ah ! doubly blest ...
... live along the sky , And Moon that meets thy raptur'd eye , Where oft the tear shall grateful start , Dear silent pleasures of the Heart ! Ah ! Being blest , for Heaven shall lend To share thy simple joys a friend ! Ah ! doubly blest ...
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Alvar arms art thou babe Bathory beneath Bethlen blessed breast breath bright Butler calm Casimir child clouds Coun Countess Cuirassiers curse dare dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emerick Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feel gazed gentle Glycine hand hath hear heard heart Heaven 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 once Ordonio pause Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Questenberg round SCENE sigh silent Slau sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stept Swedes sweet tale tears tell Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine things thou art thought Twas twill voice Wallenstein wild wings 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 234 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Side 233 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Side 261 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Side 155 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Side 126 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, •** Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower.
Side 241 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound : It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a L, wound.
Side 236 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky. Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Side 231 - Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Side 237 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.