The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Bind 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 sider |
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Side viii
... fear of snapping the flower . A third and heavier accusation has been brought against me , that of obscurity ; but not , I think , with equal justice . An author is obscure , when his conceptions are dim and imperfect , and his language ...
... fear of snapping the flower . A third and heavier accusation has been brought against me , that of obscurity ; but not , I think , with equal justice . An author is obscure , when his conceptions are dim and imperfect , and his language ...
Side xii
... Fears in Solitude 99 105 109 Recantation Parliamentary Oscillators Fire , Famine , and Slaughter . II . Love Poems . Love 116 122 124 147 Lewti , or the Circassian Love - chant 151 The Picture , or the Lover's Resolution 154 The Night ...
... Fears in Solitude 99 105 109 Recantation Parliamentary Oscillators Fire , Famine , and Slaughter . II . Love Poems . Love 116 122 124 147 Lewti , or the Circassian Love - chant 151 The Picture , or the Lover's Resolution 154 The Night ...
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... fears anticipate , Meek child of misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and all the thousand aches " Which patient merit of the unworthy takes ? " Or is thy sad heart thrilled with filial pain To see thy wretched mother's ...
... fears anticipate , Meek child of misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and all the thousand aches " Which patient merit of the unworthy takes ? " Or is thy sad heart thrilled with filial pain To see thy wretched mother's ...
Side 23
... fear me that he lives like thee , Half famished in a land of luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And have I then one friend ? " Innocent foal ! thou poor despised forlorn ! I hail thee brother - spite ...
... fear me that he lives like thee , Half famished in a land of luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And have I then one friend ? " Innocent foal ! thou poor despised forlorn ! I hail thee brother - spite ...
Side 25
... fears , Sorrow smiling through her tears , And conscious of the past employ Memory , bosom - spring of joy . THE SIGH . HEN Youth his faery reign began Ere sorrow had proclaimed me man ; While peace the present hour beguiled , And all ...
... fears , Sorrow smiling through her tears , And conscious of the past employ Memory , bosom - spring of joy . THE SIGH . HEN Youth his faery reign began Ere sorrow had proclaimed me man ; While peace the present hour beguiled , And all ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner arms babe beneath bird black lips blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel clouds curse dance dark dear deep dream earth Ellen fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle green groan haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor lady land of mist Lewti light limbs look loud maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind Monody moon mossy mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain PATRICK SPENCE Pixies pleasure poem poor prayer Roland de Vaux round ship sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soothing soul sound spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought thought Industrious toil trembling twas Twill voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Side 184 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Side 85 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze...
Side 230 - 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.
Side 90 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Side 93 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Side 229 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever 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 87 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, 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.
Side 82 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival...
Side 275 - 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 279 - And now have reached her chamber door ; And now doth Geraldine press down The rushes of the chamber floor. The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. But they without its light can see The chamber carved so curiously, Carved with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's brain, For a lady's chamber meet : The lamp with twofold silver chain Is fastened to an angel's feet.