The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Poems published in 1789. Sibylline leaves. Epigrams. AppendixB.M. Pickering, 1877 |
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Side 31
... Twas right , said they , such birds to slay , That bring the fog and mist . The fair breeze blew , * the white foam flew , The furrow stream'd off free ; t We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea . His ship- mates cry out ...
... Twas right , said they , such birds to slay , That bring the fog and mist . The fair breeze blew , * the white foam flew , The furrow stream'd off free ; t We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea . His ship- mates cry out ...
Side 32
... Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! All in a hot and copper sky , The bloody Sun , at noon , Right up above the mast did stand , No bigger than the Moon . Day after day , day after day , We ...
... Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! All in a hot and copper sky , The bloody Sun , at noon , Right up above the mast did stand , No bigger than the Moon . Day after day , day after day , We ...
Side 45
... Twas not those souls that fled in pain , Which to their corses came again , But a troop of spirits blest : For when it dawn'd t - they dropp'd their arms , And cluster'd round the mast ; Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths ...
... Twas not those souls that fled in pain , Which to their corses came again , But a troop of spirits blest : For when it dawn'd t - they dropp'd their arms , And cluster'd round the mast ; Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths ...
Side 46
... 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 ...
... 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 ...
Side 50
... Twas night , calm night , the Moon was high ; The dead men stood together . All stood together on the deck , For a charnel - dungeon fitter : All fix'd on me their stony eyes , That in the Moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with ...
... Twas night , calm night , the Moon was high ; The dead men stood together . All stood together on the deck , For a charnel - dungeon fitter : All fix'd on me their stony eyes , That in the Moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with ...
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amid ancient Mariner babe Bard beautiful beneath Biographia Literaria bird Blackwood's Magazine blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes cheek child Christabel cloud Coleridge dark dear deep Devil doth dream earth epigram eyes face fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green hath hear heard heart Heaven hope Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady Lewti light live look look'd Lord Lord Grenville loud Love's Lyrical Ballads maid mind moon Morning Post mother Mourn murmurs ne'er never night o'er once pain pang pass'd poem poet Printed quoth Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd ship silent sing Sir Leoline Skiddaw Slau sleep smile song soul sound spirit stanza stars stood strong sweet tale Talleyrand tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro turn'd Twas vex'd voice ween wild wind youth
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Side 47 - 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. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.
Side 277 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Side 43 - The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea. PART V 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 48 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Side 56 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. 'Ha! ha!' quoth he, 'full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Side 28 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — " The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Side 218 - Life, and Life's effluence, cloud at once and shower, Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower, A new Earth and new Heaven...
Side 29 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled...
Side 59 - 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 41 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and Is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there Is a silent Joy at their arrival.