Poetical Works of Coleridge & Keats, Bind 1Hurd, 1878 |
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... heart has bled . 58 Sonnet XIII . To the Autumnal Moon 68895 57 59 Sonnet XIV . Thou bleedest , my poor Heart ! and thy distress . Sonnet XV . To the Author of " The Robbers " 61 ..... Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of ...
... heart has bled . 58 Sonnet XIII . To the Autumnal Moon 68895 57 59 Sonnet XIV . Thou bleedest , my poor Heart ! and thy distress . Sonnet XV . To the Author of " The Robbers " 61 ..... Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of ...
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... heart still fondly clings , Though fluttering round on Fancy's burnished wings Her tale of future joy Hope loves to tell . " On the 5th of February , 1791 , Coleridge entered at Jesus College , Cambridge . He was not yet nineteen years ...
... heart still fondly clings , Though fluttering round on Fancy's burnished wings Her tale of future joy Hope loves to tell . " On the 5th of February , 1791 , Coleridge entered at Jesus College , Cambridge . He was not yet nineteen years ...
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... sweet your voice , as seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : * See Note at the end of the volume . Within your soul a voice there lives ! It bids First Advent of Love Genevieve.
... sweet your voice , as seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : * See Note at the end of the volume . Within your soul a voice there lives ! It bids First Advent of Love Genevieve.
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... heart , And every nerve confessed the electric dart . O dear deceit ! I see the maiden rise , Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright - blue eyes , When first the lark high soaring swells his throat , Mocks the tired eye , and scatters the ...
... heart , And every nerve confessed the electric dart . O dear deceit ! I see the maiden rise , Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright - blue eyes , When first the lark high soaring swells his throat , Mocks the tired eye , and scatters the ...
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... heart aches , though Mercy struck the blow . With wearied thought once more I seek the shade , Where peaceful Virtue weaves the myrtle braid . And O ! if Eyes whose holy glances roll , Swift messengers , and eloquent of soul ; If Smiles ...
... heart aches , though Mercy struck the blow . With wearied thought once more I seek the shade , Where peaceful Virtue weaves the myrtle braid . And O ! if Eyes whose holy glances roll , Swift messengers , and eloquent of soul ; If Smiles ...
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Alvar arms babe BATHORY beneath Bethlen Biographia Literaria bless blest breast breath bright Casimir cavern Charles Lamb child Christ's Hospital Christabel clouds Coleridge Coleridge's curse dark dead dear death DERWENT COLERIDGE didst doth dream earth Emerick fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle GLYCINE groan haply hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour Illyria Isid Kiuprili Kubla Khan lady Laska laudanum light listen live look Lord maid mind MONODY moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er ORDONIO pain poem pray round S. T. Coleridge Sarolta sigh silent sleep smile song SONNET soul spirit stept strange sweet swell tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thing thou art thought truth Twas Valdez voice wild wing youth ZAPOLYA
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Side 162 - 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 120 - 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 stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Side 122 - 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 173 - 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 131 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet...
Side 174 - Singing of Mount Abora. 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 124 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Side 121 - 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! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Side 308 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. "Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Side 138 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart.