The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Prose and Verse: Complete in One VolumeThomas, Cowperthwait & Company, 1840 - 546 sider |
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... soul a voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of woe . When sinking low the sufferer wan Beholds no hand ... soul ! ) to harps of Seraphim . Yet oft , perforce ( ' t is suffering Nature's call , ) I weep , that heaven - born ...
... soul a voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of woe . When sinking low the sufferer wan Beholds no hand ... soul ! ) to harps of Seraphim . Yet oft , perforce ( ' t is suffering Nature's call , ) I weep , that heaven - born ...
Side 17
... soul our. Is this the land of song - ennobled line ? Is this the land , where Genius ne'er in vain Pour'd forth his lofty strain ? Ah me ! yet Spenser , gentlest bard divine , Beneath chill Disappointment's shade His weary limbs in ...
... soul our. Is this the land of song - ennobled line ? Is this the land , where Genius ne'er in vain Pour'd forth his lofty strain ? Ah me ! yet Spenser , gentlest bard divine , Beneath chill Disappointment's shade His weary limbs in ...
Side 17
... soul our soothing witcheries shed , And twine our faery garlands round his head . The Pixies , in the superstition of Devonshire , are a race of beings invisibly small , and harmless or friendly to man . At a small distance from a ...
... soul our soothing witcheries shed , And twine our faery garlands round his head . The Pixies , in the superstition of Devonshire , are a race of beings invisibly small , and harmless or friendly to man . At a small distance from a ...
Side 17
... soul On Memory's wing , like shadows fly ! Ah Flowers ! which Joy from Eden stole While Innocence stood smiling by ! - But cease , fond heart ! this bootless moan : Those hours on rapid pinions flown Shall yet return , by Absence crown ...
... soul On Memory's wing , like shadows fly ! Ah Flowers ! which Joy from Eden stole While Innocence stood smiling by ! - But cease , fond heart ! this bootless moan : Those hours on rapid pinions flown Shall yet return , by Absence crown ...
Side 18
... soul - soothing pranks , Released from school , their little hearts at rest , Launch paper navies on thy waveless breast . The rustic here at eve with pensive look Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook , Or , starting , pauses ...
... soul - soothing pranks , Released from school , their little hearts at rest , Launch paper navies on thy waveless breast . The rustic here at eve with pensive look Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook , Or , starting , pauses ...
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ALHADRA ALVAR arms beneath BETHLEN BILLAUD VARENNES blessed BUTLER CASIMIR cause character child common COUNTESS dare dark dear doth dream DUCHESS Duke earth Egra EMERICK Emperor ESSAY evil faith fancy father fear feelings genius GLYCINE GORDON hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honor hope human ILLO Illyria ISIDORE ISOLANI Jacobins lady language LASKA less light live look Lord Lyrical Ballads means metre mind moral mother nation nature never o'er object OCTAVIO OLD BATHORY once ORDONIO Pamphilus passion philosophical Piccolomini poem poet poetry present principles QUESTENBERG RAAB KIUPRILI RAGOZZI Ratzeburg reader reason Robespierre round SAROLTA SCENE seem'd sense soul speak spirit sweet TALLIEN TERESA TERTSKY thee THEKLA thine things thou thought tion Treaty of Amiens true truth VALDEZ voice WALLENSTEIN whole wild words WRANGEL ZAPOLYA
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Side 72 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Side 70 - 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 331 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Side 75 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were "Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Side 76 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Side 65 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air...
Side 46 - O struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Side 74 - 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.
Side 75 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Side 72 - See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!