The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Bind 7Harper & brothers, 1858 |
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... Human Life .... The Visit of the Gods ... Separation ...... 203 204 206 207 207 Elegy : imitated from Akenside ... 208 209 On taking Leave of 209 The Pang more sharp than all . 210 Kubla Khan ....... 212 The Pains of Sleep . 214 Limbo ...
... Human Life .... The Visit of the Gods ... Separation ...... 203 204 206 207 207 Elegy : imitated from Akenside ... 208 209 On taking Leave of 209 The Pang more sharp than all . 210 Kubla Khan ....... 212 The Pains of Sleep . 214 Limbo ...
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... realms of Night to pierce , What time the Blood Hound lur'd by Human scent Thro ' all Confusion's quagmires floundering went . 1790 . Nor cheering pipe , nor Bird's shrill note Around thy JUVENILE POEMS . 29 Devonshire Roads.
... realms of Night to pierce , What time the Blood Hound lur'd by Human scent Thro ' all Confusion's quagmires floundering went . 1790 . Nor cheering pipe , nor Bird's shrill note Around thy JUVENILE POEMS . 29 Devonshire Roads.
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... human fame , — Who for a sound , articulated breath- Gazest undaunted in the face of death ! What art thou but a Meteor's glaring light- Blazing a moment and then sunk in night ? Caprice which rais'd thee high shall hurl thee low , Or ...
... human fame , — Who for a sound , articulated breath- Gazest undaunted in the face of death ! What art thou but a Meteor's glaring light- Blazing a moment and then sunk in night ? Caprice which rais'd thee high shall hurl thee low , Or ...
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... human nature and , behold ! A sea of blood bestrewed with wrecks , where mad Embattling interests on each other rush With unhelmed rage ! ' Tis the sublime of man , Our noontide majesty , to know ourselves Parts and proportions of one ...
... human nature and , behold ! A sea of blood bestrewed with wrecks , where mad Embattling interests on each other rush With unhelmed rage ! ' Tis the sublime of man , Our noontide majesty , to know ourselves Parts and proportions of one ...
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... human anguish ; I will raise up a mourning , O ye Fiends ! And curse your spells , that film the eye of Faith , Hiding the present God ! whose presence lost , The moral world's cohesion , we become An anarchy of Spirits ! Toy ...
... human anguish ; I will raise up a mourning , O ye Fiends ! And curse your spells , that film the eye of Faith , Hiding the present God ! whose presence lost , The moral world's cohesion , we become An anarchy of Spirits ! Toy ...
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Side 212 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: 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 155 - GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD! God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD!
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 1 — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains...
Side 206 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Side 154 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing— there, As in her natural form, swelled...
Side 210 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Side 155 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Side 220 - Push on, push on!' Said the Hermit cheerily. " The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard.
Side 126 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, •** Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower.
Side 211 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.