The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeEdward Moxon, 1863 - 404 sider |
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... interfere with the general effect of the collection , while they add to its completeness . All these " buds of promise " were once withdrawn , and afterwards repro- duced SIBYLLINE LEAVES-(Continued ) Page -MEDITATIVE POEMS.
... interfere with the general effect of the collection , while they add to its completeness . All these " buds of promise " were once withdrawn , and afterwards repro- duced SIBYLLINE LEAVES-(Continued ) Page -MEDITATIVE POEMS.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sara Coleridge Coleridge. promise " were once withdrawn , and afterwards repro- duced by the author . It is not easy now to draw a line of separation which shall not be deemed either too indulgent or too severe ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sara Coleridge Coleridge. promise " were once withdrawn , and afterwards repro- duced by the author . It is not easy now to draw a line of separation which shall not be deemed either too indulgent or too severe ...
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... Once framed a rich Elixir of Delight . A Chalice o'er love - kindled flames he fixed , And in it Nectar and Ambrosia mixed : With these the magic dews , which Evening brings , Brushed from the Idalian star by faery wings : Each tender ...
... Once framed a rich Elixir of Delight . A Chalice o'er love - kindled flames he fixed , And in it Nectar and Ambrosia mixed : With these the magic dews , which Evening brings , Brushed from the Idalian star by faery wings : Each tender ...
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... home , I fain would soothe the sense of Care , And lull to sleep the Joys that were , Thy Image may not banished be— Still , Mary ! still I sigh for thee . June , 1794 LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE . ONCE 15.
... home , I fain would soothe the sense of Care , And lull to sleep the Joys that were , Thy Image may not banished be— Still , Mary ! still I sigh for thee . June , 1794 LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE . ONCE 15.
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... ONCE more , sweet Stream ! with slow foot wandering rear , 4 I bless thy milky waters cold and clear . Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours , With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers , ( Ere from thy zephyr - haunted brink I turn ...
... ONCE more , sweet Stream ! with slow foot wandering rear , 4 I bless thy milky waters cold and clear . Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours , With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers , ( Ere from thy zephyr - haunted brink I turn ...
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ancient Mariner arms babe Bard behold beneath Biographia Literaria bird blessed blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dance dark dear death deep DERWENT COLERIDGE doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feelings flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven holy Hope hour Jeremy Taylor Kubla Khan lady land of mist light limbs look Lord loud Love maid meek mind Monody Moon mother murmur Muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er Pixies poem poet prayed rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. Coleridge ship SHURTON sigh silent Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe sorrow soul spake spirit stars stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Side 95 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Side 145 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Side 101 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Side 144 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Side 284 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Side 99 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Side 101 - Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Side 107 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Side 329 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Side 254 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! but when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, 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.