The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge [ed. by R.H.Shepherd].Basil Montagu Pickering, 1877 |
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... lie would stick " " An evil spirit ' s on thee , friend ! of late " " Here lies the Devil - ask no other name " To one who published in print what had been entrusted to him by my fireside PAGE 164 164 164 • 165 • 165 165 · 165 165 166 ...
... lie would stick " " An evil spirit ' s on thee , friend ! of late " " Here lies the Devil - ask no other name " To one who published in print what had been entrusted to him by my fireside PAGE 164 164 164 • 165 • 165 165 · 165 165 166 ...
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... lying consists in deceit ” 163 66 ' Jack drinks fine wines , wears modish clothing , " 163 " As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking " To a Proud Parent 163 164 To Mr. Pye , on his Carmen Seculare " O would the Baptist come again ...
... lying consists in deceit ” 163 66 ' Jack drinks fine wines , wears modish clothing , " 163 " As Dick and I at Charing Cross were walking " To a Proud Parent 163 164 To Mr. Pye , on his Carmen Seculare " O would the Baptist come again ...
Side vi
... lie would stick " " An evil spirit ' s on thee , friend ! of late " " Here lies the Devil - ask no other name " 166 167 167 168 168 · · 169 • 169 • 170 • 171 171 171 · 171 To one who published in print what had been entrusted to him by ...
... lie would stick " " An evil spirit ' s on thee , friend ! of late " " Here lies the Devil - ask no other name " 166 167 167 168 168 · · 169 • 169 • 170 • 171 171 171 · 171 To one who published in print what had been entrusted to him by ...
Side 9
... Lies on my low - burnt fire , and quivers not ; Only that film , † which flutter'd on the grate , Still flutters there , the sole unquiet thing . Methinks , its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live ...
... Lies on my low - burnt fire , and quivers not ; Only that film , † which flutter'd on the grate , Still flutters there , the sole unquiet thing . Methinks , its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live ...
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... lie on fern or wither'd heath , While from the singing lark ( that sings unseen The minstrelsy that solitude loves best ) , And from the sun , and from the breezy air , Sweet influences trembled o'er his frame ; And he , with many ...
... lie on fern or wither'd heath , While from the singing lark ( that sings unseen The minstrelsy that solitude loves best ) , And from the sun , and from the breezy air , Sweet influences trembled o'er his frame ; And he , with many ...
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amid Annual Anthology awake babe Bard beautiful beneath Biographia Literaria Blackwood's Magazine blessed blest bower breast breath bright cheek child Christabel cloud Coleridge Coleridge's dark dear deep Devil doth dream earth Ellen epigram eyes face fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green hath hear heard heart Heaven HENDECASYLLABLES hope Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady Lewti light live look look'd Lord Lord Grenville Love's maid mind moon Morning Post mother Mourn murmurs ne'er never night o'er once pain pang pass'd poem poet Printed Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. Coleridge seem'd sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Skiddaw Slau sleep smile song soul sound spirit stanzas stars stood sweet tale Talleyrand tears tell thee thine thou thought thro truth turn'd Twas vex'd viperous race voice ween wild wind youth
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Side 81 - 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 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 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 66 - 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 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 219 - 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 Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud — Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice ! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice. All colours a suffusion from that light.
Side 218 - On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Side 219 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. 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.