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... breast with pity heave , And therefore love I you , sweet Genevieve ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A SCHOOL - BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS . UNDERNEATH an old oak tree There was of swine a huge company , That grunted ...
... breast with pity heave , And therefore love I you , sweet Genevieve ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A SCHOOL - BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS . UNDERNEATH an old oak tree There was of swine a huge company , That grunted ...
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... breast , Where young - eyed Loves have hid their turtle nest ; Or guide of soul - subduing power The glance , that from the half - confessing eye Darts the fond question or the soft reply . VI . Or through the mystic ringlets of the ...
... breast , Where young - eyed Loves have hid their turtle nest ; Or guide of soul - subduing power The glance , that from the half - confessing eye Darts the fond question or the soft reply . VI . Or through the mystic ringlets of the ...
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... flower , On spotless Sara's breast . But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the prisoner sweet , He struggled to escape awhile And stamped his faery feet . 1793 . Ah ! soon the soul - entrancing sight Subdued the 12 THE ROSE . THE ROSE.
... flower , On spotless Sara's breast . But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the prisoner sweet , He struggled to escape awhile And stamped his faery feet . 1793 . Ah ! soon the soul - entrancing sight Subdued the 12 THE ROSE . THE ROSE.
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... breast ; And sickly Hope with waning eye Was well content to droop and die : I yielded to the stern decree , Yet heaved a languid Sigh for thee ! And though in distant climes to roam , A wanderer from my native home , I fain would ...
... breast ; And sickly Hope with waning eye Was well content to droop and die : I yielded to the stern decree , Yet heaved a languid Sigh for thee ! And though in distant climes to roam , A wanderer from my native home , I fain would ...
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... breast . The rustic here at eve with pensive look Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook , Or starting pauses with hope - mingled dread To list the much - loved maid's accustomed tread : She , vainly mindful of her dame's command ...
... breast . The rustic here at eve with pensive look Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook , Or starting pauses with hope - mingled dread To list the much - loved maid's accustomed tread : She , vainly mindful of her dame's command ...
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The Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Ed. by D. and S. Coleridge Samuel Taylor [Poetical Works Coleridge Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
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Side 120 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Side 98 - The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Side 91 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Side 94 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 87 - 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 101 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit.
Side 102 - 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 85 - 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 91 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Side 218 - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of Incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread Ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great Hierarch ! tell thou the silent Sky, And tell the Stars, and tell yon rising Sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises GOD.