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... fire that rests upon its forehead , is a thing neither explicable nor communicable . Of all Coleridge's poems the loveliest is assuredly " Christabel . " It is not so vast in scope and reach of imagination as the " Ancient Mariner ...
... fire that rests upon its forehead , is a thing neither explicable nor communicable . Of all Coleridge's poems the loveliest is assuredly " Christabel . " It is not so vast in scope and reach of imagination as the " Ancient Mariner ...
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... compels , ( Live Discord's green combustibles , And future fuel of the funeral pyre ) Now hide , and soon , alas ! will feed the low - burnt fire . " It is noticeable that only his supreme gift of lyrical x vi ESSAY ON COLERIDGE .
... compels , ( Live Discord's green combustibles , And future fuel of the funeral pyre ) Now hide , and soon , alas ! will feed the low - burnt fire . " It is noticeable that only his supreme gift of lyrical x vi ESSAY ON COLERIDGE .
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... Fire , Famine , and Slaughter , " being lyrical , is worthier of a great name ; it has force and motion enough to keep it alive yet and fresh , impeded and trammelled though it usually be by the somewhat vain and verbose eloquence of a ...
... Fire , Famine , and Slaughter , " being lyrical , is worthier of a great name ; it has force and motion enough to keep it alive yet and fresh , impeded and trammelled though it usually be by the somewhat vain and verbose eloquence of a ...
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... the Forked Tongue 114 . Ode to Tranquillity The Picture Fire , Famine , and Slaughter 121 127 128 XLimbo . Ne plus ultra XFrom Wallenstein 131 132 133 PAGE Hymn before Sunrise X 134 Inscription for a Fountain xxvi CONTENTS . CONTENTS.
... the Forked Tongue 114 . Ode to Tranquillity The Picture Fire , Famine , and Slaughter 121 127 128 XLimbo . Ne plus ultra XFrom Wallenstein 131 132 133 PAGE Hymn before Sunrise X 134 Inscription for a Fountain xxvi CONTENTS . CONTENTS.
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... Fire , Famine , and Slaughter * Limbo A Lament PAGE 70 71 72 72 76 77 79 81 82 83 84 85 85 87 87 87 88 88 89 90 91 93 94 97 100 103 114 121 127 128 131 132 133 Hymn before Sunrise Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath xxvi CONTENTS .
... Fire , Famine , and Slaughter * Limbo A Lament PAGE 70 71 72 72 76 77 79 81 82 83 84 85 85 87 87 87 88 88 89 90 91 93 94 97 100 103 114 121 127 128 131 132 133 Hymn before Sunrise Inscription for a Fountain on a Heath xxvi CONTENTS .
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Albatross ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ancient Mariner arms bard beautiful beneath bird black lips Boccaccio bosom Bracy breast breath breeze bright bright eyes cheek child Christabel cloud Coleridge curse dark dear deep doth dream earth Ellen eyes face fair fear gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haste hath hear heard heart Heaven HENDECASYLLABLES HEXAMETER Hope Kubla Khan lady lady's land of mist Lewti light limbs live look Lord Julian loud Love's maid metre mist moon moonlight mossy mother mountain ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er once poem poet praise prayed Roland de Vaux round S. T. COLERIDGE sails seems ship sight silent Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit stars stood strange sweet swelling tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree twas verse voice weary Wedding-Guest ween wild wind wood youth
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Side 7 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Side 21 - 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 mariner's hollo! And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Side 33 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Side xxiii - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Side 17 - 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. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Side 23 - 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 32 - But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?' Second Voice: 'The air is cut away before, And closes from behind. Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high! Or we shall be belated: For slow and slow that ship will go, When the Mariner's trance is abated.
Side 16 - 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.
Side 48 - For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Side 26 - 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.