The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Bind 7Harper & brothers, 1868 |
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... hear no more of it : not that their poems are better under- stood at present , than they were at their first publication ; but their fame is established ; and a critic would accuse himself of frigidity or inattention , who should ...
... hear no more of it : not that their poems are better under- stood at present , than they were at their first publication ; but their fame is established ; and a critic would accuse himself of frigidity or inattention , who should ...
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... hears the widow's prayer , the good man's praise ; To scenes of bliss transmutes his fancied wealth , And young and ... hear , And mark thy mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive thro , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ...
... hears the widow's prayer , the good man's praise ; To scenes of bliss transmutes his fancied wealth , And young and ... hear , And mark thy mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive thro , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ...
Side 29
... hear thy banded offspring scream . Thou Goddess ! thou inspir'st each throat ; ' Tis thou who pour'st the scritch owl note ! Transported hear'st thy children all Scrape and blow and squeak and squall , And while old Otter's steeple ...
... hear thy banded offspring scream . Thou Goddess ! thou inspir'st each throat ; ' Tis thou who pour'st the scritch owl note ! Transported hear'st thy children all Scrape and blow and squeak and squall , And while old Otter's steeple ...
Side 34
... Hear ye , my entrails how they snap ? Some power unseen forbids my lungs to breathe ! What fire - clad meteors round me whizzing fly ! I vitrify thy torrid zone beneath Proboscis fierce ! I am calcin'd ! I die ! Thus , like great Pliny ...
... Hear ye , my entrails how they snap ? Some power unseen forbids my lungs to breathe ! What fire - clad meteors round me whizzing fly ! I vitrify thy torrid zone beneath Proboscis fierce ! I am calcin'd ! I die ! Thus , like great Pliny ...
Side 39
... Hear the loud laugh , and catch the sportive lay , Then sigh and think - I too could laugh and play And gaily sport it on the Muse's lyre , Ere Tyrant Pain had chas'd away delight , Ere the wild pulse throbb'd anguish thro ' the night ...
... Hear the loud laugh , and catch the sportive lay , Then sigh and think - I too could laugh and play And gaily sport it on the Muse's lyre , Ere Tyrant Pain had chas'd away delight , Ere the wild pulse throbb'd anguish thro ' the night ...
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Alvar anguish arms art thou babe Bathory beneath Bethlen blessed blest breast breath bright Butler Casimir child clouds Coun Countess Cuirassiers curse dare dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emerick Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle Glycine groan hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honor hope hour Illo Illyria Isid Isolani Jeremy Taylor Kiuprili lady Laska light live look Lord maid Maradas moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er Octavio once Ordonio pang pause Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Questenberg round SCENE sigh silent sleep smile song SONNET soul spirit stars stept Swedes sweet tale tears tell Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine things thought toil Twas voice Wallenstein wild wing words Wran youth
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Side 247 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Side 154 - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo,...
Side 238 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. "Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Side 154 - Who called you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks, For ever shattered and the same for ever?
Side 248 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Side 243 - All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.
Side 126 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Side 251 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — 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 236 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea ! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Side 237 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide ; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside — "Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoar-frost spread ; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red.