The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge [ed. by R.H.Shepherd].Basil Montagu Pickering, 1877 |
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Side vi
... Song to be sung by the lovers of all the noble liquors comprised under the name of Ale Epitaph on a Bad Man New Philosophy • Drinking versus Thinking ; or , a Song against the • A Hint to Premiers and First Consuls The Wills of the Wisp ...
... Song to be sung by the lovers of all the noble liquors comprised under the name of Ale Epitaph on a Bad Man New Philosophy • Drinking versus Thinking ; or , a Song against the • A Hint to Premiers and First Consuls The Wills of the Wisp ...
Side vi
... Song to be sung by the lovers of all the noble liquors comprised under the name of Ale Epitaph on a Bad Man • PAGE • 164 • 164 · 164 • 165 · 165 165 165 165 166 166 · 166 • Drinking versus Thinking ; or , a Song against the New ...
... Song to be sung by the lovers of all the noble liquors comprised under the name of Ale Epitaph on a Bad Man • PAGE • 164 • 164 · 164 • 165 · 165 165 165 165 166 166 · 166 • Drinking versus Thinking ; or , a Song against the New ...
Side vii
... song to • The Day - dream . From an Emigrant to his absent Purcell's music • • 181 To an Unfortunate Woman at the Theatre Lines composed in a Concert - Room · • 181 183 The Keepsake 186 Wife 188 189 190 • 191 • 192 • To a Young Lady ...
... song to • The Day - dream . From an Emigrant to his absent Purcell's music • • 181 To an Unfortunate Woman at the Theatre Lines composed in a Concert - Room · • 181 183 The Keepsake 186 Wife 188 189 190 • 191 • 192 • To a Young Lady ...
Side xi
... Song , ex improviso , on hearing a song in praise of a Lady's Beauty • " In many ways doth the full heart reveal " What is Life ? · Humility the Mother of Charity On an Infant which died before Baptism E cœlo descendit γνῶθι σεαυτόν ...
... Song , ex improviso , on hearing a song in praise of a Lady's Beauty • " In many ways doth the full heart reveal " What is Life ? · Humility the Mother of Charity On an Infant which died before Baptism E cœlo descendit γνῶθι σεαυτόν ...
Side 19
... songs , Loving the God that made me ! — May my fears , My filial fears , be vain ! and may the vaunts And menace of the vengeful enemy Pass like the gust , that roar'd and died away In the distant tree : which heard , and only heard In ...
... songs , Loving the God that made me ! — May my fears , My filial fears , be vain ! and may the vaunts And menace of the vengeful enemy Pass like the gust , that roar'd and died away In the distant tree : which heard , and only heard In ...
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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.