The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 sider |
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... breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged steep . Away , Grim Phantom ! Scorpion King , away ! Reserve thy terrors and thy stings display For coward Wealth and Guilt in robes of State ! Lo ! by the grave I stand of one , for whom ...
... breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged steep . Away , Grim Phantom ! Scorpion King , away ! Reserve thy terrors and thy stings display For coward Wealth and Guilt in robes of State ! Lo ! by the grave I stand of one , for whom ...
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... breathing Rose Extract a Blush for Love ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A SCHOOL - BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS . U NDERNEATH an old oak tree There was of swine a huge company , That grunted as they crunched the mast ...
... breathing Rose Extract a Blush for Love ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A SCHOOL - BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS . U NDERNEATH an old oak tree There was of swine a huge company , That grunted as they crunched the mast ...
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... breath ; Meek were her manners as a vernal Eve . Knowledge , that frequent lifts the bloated mind , Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast , And Wit to venom'd Malice oft assigned , Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's nest . Cease , busy ...
... breath ; Meek were her manners as a vernal Eve . Knowledge , that frequent lifts the bloated mind , Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast , And Wit to venom'd Malice oft assigned , Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's nest . Cease , busy ...
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... breathing Kisses fling ; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the Rose's hue . Bashful lo ! she bends her head ... breath of Love . In tender accents ; faint and low , Well - pleased I hear the whispered " No ! " The whisper'd " No ...
... breathing Kisses fling ; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the Rose's hue . Bashful lo ! she bends her head ... breath of Love . In tender accents ; faint and low , Well - pleased I hear the whispered " No ! " The whisper'd " No ...
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... breathing the pure soul of tenderness , She thrills me with the husband's promised name ! 1794 . TO A YOUNG ASS . ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT . OOR little Foal of an oppressed Race ! POOR I love the languid Patience of thy face ...
... breathing the pure soul of tenderness , She thrills me with the husband's promised name ! 1794 . TO A YOUNG ASS . ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT . OOR little Foal of an oppressed Race ! POOR I love the languid Patience of thy face ...
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Albatross amid Antistrophe arms babe Bard beneath blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dance dark Dark Ladie dear deep doth dream earth fair fancy fear feel flowers gazed gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven HEXAMETER holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist light limbs listen look loud maid meek melancholy mind moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang Pixies poem prayed rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swelling tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil trembling twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Side 111 - 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 ruined tower.
Side 235 - 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 234 - The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan. They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman...
Side 190 - But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.
Side 144 - Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the Vale ! () struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars...
Side 159 - Friends, whom I never more may meet again, On springy heath, along the hill-top edge, Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, To that still roaring dell, of which I told; The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, And only speckled by the mid-day sun...
Side 227 - 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.
Side 225 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Side 232 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. "The selfsame moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.
Side 231 - 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 a curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse. And yet I could not die.