The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge [ed. by R.H.Shepherd].Basil Montagu Pickering, 1877 |
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... Sisters : A Wanderer's Farewell Farewell to Love The Butterfly old Poet . • Mutual Passion . Altered and modernized from an The Three Graves . A Fragment of a Sexton's Tale The Night - Scene . A Dramatic Fragment To a Lady . With ...
... Sisters : A Wanderer's Farewell Farewell to Love The Butterfly old Poet . • Mutual Passion . Altered and modernized from an The Three Graves . A Fragment of a Sexton's Tale The Night - Scene . A Dramatic Fragment To a Lady . With ...
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... sister more beloved , My play - mate when we both were clothed alike ! Dear babe , that sleepest cradled by my side , Whose gentle breathings , heard in this deep calm , * Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the ...
... sister more beloved , My play - mate when we both were clothed alike ! Dear babe , that sleepest cradled by my side , Whose gentle breathings , heard in this deep calm , * Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the ...
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... Sister ! * we have learnt * My Friend and my Friend's Sister . - 1798 . A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's 22 THE NIGHTINGALE .
... Sister ! * we have learnt * My Friend and my Friend's Sister . - 1798 . A different lore : we may not thus profane Nature's 22 THE NIGHTINGALE .
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... sister , in the autumn of 1797 , that this poem was planned and in part composed . [ " In the autumn of 1797 he ( Coleridge ) , my sister , and myself started from Alfoxden pretty late in the afternoon with a view to visit Linton and ...
... sister , in the autumn of 1797 , that this poem was planned and in part composed . [ " In the autumn of 1797 he ( Coleridge ) , my sister , and myself started from Alfoxden pretty late in the afternoon with a view to visit Linton and ...
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... sister tale Of man's perfidious cruelty ; Come then and hear what cruel wrong Befell the Dark Ladie . END OF THE INTRODUCTION . THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE . A FRAGMENT . BENEATH yon birch with silver bark And boughs so pendulous and ...
... sister tale Of man's perfidious cruelty ; Come then and hear what cruel wrong Befell the Dark Ladie . END OF THE INTRODUCTION . THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE . A FRAGMENT . BENEATH yon birch with silver bark And boughs so pendulous and ...
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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.