The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeEdward Moxon, 1863 - 404 sider |
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... thee stand With down - cast eyes ( a duteous band ) Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew Sorceress of the ebon throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds in watery ...
... thee stand With down - cast eyes ( a duteous band ) Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew Sorceress of the ebon throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds in watery ...
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... thee . And when , along the waves of woe , My harassed Heart was doomed to know The frantic burst of Outrage keen , And the slow Pang that gnaws unseen ; Then shipwrecked on Life's stormy sea I heaved an anguished Sigh for thee ! But ...
... thee . And when , along the waves of woe , My harassed Heart was doomed to know The frantic burst of Outrage keen , And the slow Pang that gnaws unseen ; Then shipwrecked on Life's stormy sea I heaved an anguished Sigh for thee ! But ...
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... thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It 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 ...
... thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It 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 ...
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... breast Whose anxious heavings lull thee to thy rest ! Man's breathing Miniature ! thou mak'st me sigh- A Babe art thou - and such a Thing am I ! To anger rapid and as soon appeased , For trifles 26 TO AN INFANT 26 TO AN INFANT.
... breast Whose anxious heavings lull thee to thy rest ! Man's breathing Miniature ! thou mak'st me sigh- A Babe art thou - and such a Thing am I ! To anger rapid and as soon appeased , For trifles 26 TO AN INFANT 26 TO AN INFANT.
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... thee , and from thy anxious thought Of dissonant mood . In fancy ( well I know ) From business wandering far and local cares , Thou creepest round a dear - loved Sister's bed With noiseless step , and watchest the faint look , Soothing ...
... thee , and from thy anxious thought Of dissonant mood . In fancy ( well I know ) From business wandering far and local cares , Thou creepest round a dear - loved Sister's bed With noiseless step , and watchest the faint look , Soothing ...
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amid arms babe Bard behold beneath bird blessed blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dear death deep DERWENT COLERIDGE doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor Kubla Khan lady land of mist light limbs look Lord loud Love Love's maid meek mind Monody Moon mother murmur Muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Pixies poem poet rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. Coleridge shadow ship SHURTON sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul spake spirit stars stept stood 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.