The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Bind 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 sider |
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... soft to glow : Within your soul a voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of woe . When sinking low the sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've ...
... soft to glow : Within your soul a voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of woe . When sinking low the sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've ...
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... soft perfume ! And fancy , elfin form of gorgeous wing , On every blossom hung her fostering dews , That , changeful , wantoned to the orient day ! But soon upon thy poor unsheltered head Did penury her sickly mildew shed . Avon , a ...
... soft perfume ! And fancy , elfin form of gorgeous wing , On every blossom hung her fostering dews , That , changeful , wantoned to the orient day ! But soon upon thy poor unsheltered head Did penury her sickly mildew shed . Avon , a ...
Side 5
... soft command , But that Despair and Indignation rose , And told again the story of thy woes ; Told the keen insult of the unfeeling heart ; The dread dependence on the low - born mind ; Told every pang , with which thy soul must smart ...
... soft command , But that Despair and Indignation rose , And told again the story of thy woes ; Told the keen insult of the unfeeling heart ; The dread dependence on the low - born mind ; Told every pang , with which thy soul must smart ...
Side 10
... soft reply . VI . Or through the mystic ringlets of the vale We flash our faery feet in gamesome prank ; Or , silent - sandalled , pay our defter court , Circling the Spirit of the western gale , Where wearied with his flower ...
... soft reply . VI . Or through the mystic ringlets of the vale We flash our faery feet in gamesome prank ; Or , silent - sandalled , pay our defter court , Circling the Spirit of the western gale , Where wearied with his flower ...
Side 16
... soft and sad , She meets my lonely path in moon - beams clad . With her along the streamlet's brink I rove ; With her I list the warblings of the grove ; And seems in each low wind her voice to float , Lone whispering Pity in each ...
... soft and sad , She meets my lonely path in moon - beams clad . With her along the streamlet's brink I rove ; With her I list the warblings of the grove ; And seems in each low wind her voice to float , Lone whispering Pity in each ...
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Albatross amid arms babe Bard Basil Hall beneath bird blessed blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dance dark dear deep dream earth fair fancy fear feelings flowers gale gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist light limbs look loud maid meek melancholy mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Peace Pixies pleasure poem poor prayed Roland de Vaux rose round ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stept strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil twas Twill vale 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.