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 52
... d my head away Forth looking as before . There was no breeze upon the bay , No wave against the shore . ] * * The above five stanzas are only in the edition of 1798.-ED. The rock shone bright , the kirk no less , 52 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
... d my head away Forth looking as before . There was no breeze upon the bay , No wave against the shore . ] * * The above five stanzas are only in the edition of 1798.-ED. The rock shone bright , the kirk no less , 52 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
Side 53
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The rock shone bright , the kirk no less , That stands above the rock : The moonlight steep'd in silentness The steady weathercock . And the bay was white with silent light , Till rising from the same , Full many ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. The rock shone bright , the kirk no less , That stands above the rock : The moonlight steep'd in silentness The steady weathercock . And the bay was white with silent light , Till rising from the same , Full many ...
Side 63
... less than with the liveliness of a vision , I trust that I shall be able to embody in verse the three parts yet to come in the course of the present year . It is probable that if the poem had been finished at either of the former ...
... less than with the liveliness of a vision , I trust that I shall be able to embody in verse the three parts yet to come in the course of the present year . It is probable that if the poem had been finished at either of the former ...
Side 116
... less colloquial . It was not my intention , I said , to justify the publication , whatever its author's feelings might have been at the time of composing it . That they are calculated to call forth so severe a reprobation from a good ...
... less colloquial . It was not my intention , I said , to justify the publication , whatever its author's feelings might have been at the time of composing it . That they are calculated to call forth so severe a reprobation from a good ...
Side 121
... less wishing , the fate spoken of in the last line , in application to any human individual , would shrink from passing the verdict even on the Devil himself , and exclaim with poor Burns , But fare ye weel , auld Nickie - ben ! Oh ...
... less wishing , the fate spoken of in the last line , in application to any human individual , would shrink from passing the verdict even on the Devil himself , and exclaim with poor Burns , But fare ye weel , auld Nickie - ben ! Oh ...
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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.