Poetical Works of Coleridge & Keats, Bind 1Hurd, 1878 |
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... Morning Invitation to a Child 126 Consolation of a Maniac . 128 A Character .. 130 Translated from Schiller .. 133 Humility the Mother of Charity 134 Profuse Kindness . 134 Page The Garden of Boccaccio .. Charity in Thought . xii CONTENTS .
... Morning Invitation to a Child 126 Consolation of a Maniac . 128 A Character .. 130 Translated from Schiller .. 133 Humility the Mother of Charity 134 Profuse Kindness . 134 Page The Garden of Boccaccio .. Charity in Thought . xii CONTENTS .
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... Morning Post , when , according to the Editor of that Journal , it made so great a sensation that several hundred sheets extra were sold by them , as the paper was in request for days and weeks Afterwards . PREFACE . COMPOSITIONS ...
... Morning Post , when , according to the Editor of that Journal , it made so great a sensation that several hundred sheets extra were sold by them , as the paper was in request for days and weeks Afterwards . PREFACE . COMPOSITIONS ...
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... Morning Chronicle , proposed to him to write for his paper , with the promise of liberal compensation ; but Coleridge hesitated , and nothing was done . Not long after , Mr. Charles Lloyd , the son of a Biographical Supplement ...
... Morning Chronicle , proposed to him to write for his paper , with the promise of liberal compensation ; but Coleridge hesitated , and nothing was done . Not long after , Mr. Charles Lloyd , the son of a Biographical Supplement ...
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... morning till half - past five , and left me pale and fainty . It came on fitfully , but not so violently , several times on Thursday , and began severer threats towards night ; but I took between sixty and seventy drops of laudanum ...
... morning till half - past five , and left me pale and fainty . It came on fitfully , but not so violently , several times on Thursday , and began severer threats towards night ; but I took between sixty and seventy drops of laudanum ...
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... Morning Post . In January , 1800 , he writes to Mr. Thomas Wedgwood , — " Thank God , I have my health perfectly , and am working hard , yet the present state of human affairs presses on me for days together , so as to deprive me of all ...
... Morning Post . In January , 1800 , he writes to Mr. Thomas Wedgwood , — " Thank God , I have my health perfectly , and am working hard , yet the present state of human affairs presses on me for days together , so as to deprive me of all ...
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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.