The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeEdward Moxon, 1863 - 404 sider |
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Side 18
... seems in each low wind her voice to float , Lone whispering Pity in each soothing note ! Spirits of Love ! ye heard her name ! Obey The powerful spell , and to my haunt repair . Whether on clustering pinions ye are there , Where rich ...
... seems in each low wind her voice to float , Lone whispering Pity in each soothing note ! Spirits of Love ! ye heard her name ! Obey The powerful spell , and to my haunt repair . Whether on clustering pinions ye are there , Where rich ...
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... seem To shield my Love from Noontide's sultry beam : Or bloom a Myrtle , from whose odorous boughs My Love might weave gay garlands for her brows . When Twilight stole across the fading vale , To fan my Love I'd be the Evening Gale ...
... seem To shield my Love from Noontide's sultry beam : Or bloom a Myrtle , from whose odorous boughs My Love might weave gay garlands for her brows . When Twilight stole across the fading vale , To fan my Love I'd be the Evening Gale ...
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... seems to say , " Nor wake me with thy sighing ! The honours of my vernal day On rapid wing are flying . " To - morrow shall the Traveller come Who late beheld me blooming : His searching eye shall vainly roam The dreary vale of Lumin ...
... seems to say , " Nor wake me with thy sighing ! The honours of my vernal day On rapid wing are flying . " To - morrow shall the Traveller come Who late beheld me blooming : His searching eye shall vainly roam The dreary vale of Lumin ...
Side 25
... seems to say , " And have I then one Friend ? " Innocent Foal ! thou poor despised Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother - spite of the fool's scorn ! And fain would take thee with me , in the 25 25 TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR.
... seems to say , " And have I then one Friend ? " Innocent Foal ! thou poor despised Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother - spite of the fool's scorn ! And fain would take thee with me , in the 25 25 TO A YOUNG ASS; ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR.
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... seems the fear of death , Seeing how gladly we all sink to sleep , Babes , Children , Youths , and Men , Night following night for threescore years and ten ! But doubly strange , where life is but a breath To sigh and pant with , up ...
... seems the fear of death , Seeing how gladly we all sink to sleep , Babes , Children , Youths , and Men , Night following night for threescore years and ten ! But doubly strange , where life is but a breath To sigh and pant with , up ...
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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.