The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 sider |
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... rock's fearful brow [ low . Would pause abrupt - and gaze upon the waves be- Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast ...
... rock's fearful brow [ low . Would pause abrupt - and gaze upon the waves be- Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast ...
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... this tree and others they made a good ship . The ship , it was launched ; but in sight of the land Such a storm there did rise as no ship could withstand . It bulged on a rock , and the waves rushed 14 JUVENILE POEMS .
... this tree and others they made a good ship . The ship , it was launched ; but in sight of the land Such a storm there did rise as no ship could withstand . It bulged on a rock , and the waves rushed 14 JUVENILE POEMS .
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. It bulged on a rock , and the waves rushed in fast : Round and round flew the Raven , and cawed to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls— See ! See ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. It bulged on a rock , and the waves rushed in fast : Round and round flew the Raven , and cawed to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls— See ! See ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ...
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... rock bursts and foams along ! LINES ON A FRIEND WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER INDUCED BY CALUMNIOUS REPorts . E ' DMUND ! thy grave with aching eye I scan , And inly groan for Heaven's poor outcast― ' Tis tempest all or gloom : in early ...
... rock bursts and foams along ! LINES ON A FRIEND WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER INDUCED BY CALUMNIOUS REPorts . E ' DMUND ! thy grave with aching eye I scan , And inly groan for Heaven's poor outcast― ' Tis tempest all or gloom : in early ...
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... rock The Yewtree bursts ! Beneath its dark green boughs ( Mid which the May - thorn blends its blossoms JUVENILE POEMS . 43 To the Author of the "Robbers Lines, composed while climbing Brockley Coomb Lines in the manner of Spencer ...
... rock The Yewtree bursts ! Beneath its dark green boughs ( Mid which the May - thorn blends its blossoms JUVENILE POEMS . 43 To the Author of the "Robbers Lines, composed while climbing Brockley Coomb Lines in the manner of Spencer ...
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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.