The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Bind 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 sider |
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Side xi
... heard VIII . Thou gentle look , that didst my soul beguile IX . Pale Roamer through the night ! Sweet Mercy ! how my very heart has bled XII . Schiller ! that hour I would have wished to die XI . Thou bleedest , my poor heart ! 8 12 14 ...
... heard VIII . Thou gentle look , that didst my soul beguile IX . Pale Roamer through the night ! Sweet Mercy ! how my very heart has bled XII . Schiller ! that hour I would have wished to die XI . Thou bleedest , my poor heart ! 8 12 14 ...
Side 13
... heard the last shriek of the perishing souls- See ! See ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet , And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thanked him again and again for ...
... heard the last shriek of the perishing souls- See ! See ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet , And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thanked him again and again for ...
Side 16
... heard her name ! Obey The powerful spell , and to my haunt repair . Whether on clustering pinions ye are there , Where rich snows blossom on the myrtle trees , Or with fond languishment around my fair Sigh in the loose luxuriance of her ...
... heard her name ! Obey The powerful spell , and to my haunt repair . Whether on clustering pinions ye are there , Where rich snows blossom on the myrtle trees , Or with fond languishment around my fair Sigh in the loose luxuriance of her ...
Side 21
... heard the process rise , The steamy chalice bubbled up in sighs ; Sweet sounds transpired , as when the enamoured dove Pours the soft murmuring of responsive love . The finished work might envy vainly blame , And " Kisses " was the ...
... heard the process rise , The steamy chalice bubbled up in sighs ; Sweet sounds transpired , as when the enamoured dove Pours the soft murmuring of responsive love . The finished work might envy vainly blame , And " Kisses " was the ...
Side 31
... heard of guilt and wondered at the tale ! Yet though the hours flew by on careless wing , Full heavily of sorrow would I sing . Aye as the star of evening flung its beam In broken radiance on the wavy stream , My soul amid the pensive ...
... heard of guilt and wondered at the tale ! Yet though the hours flew by on careless wing , Full heavily of sorrow would I sing . Aye as the star of evening flung its beam In broken radiance on the wavy stream , My soul amid the pensive ...
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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.