The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Juvenile poems. Sibylline leaves. The The rime of the ancient mariner : in seven parts. Christabel. Miscellaneous poems. Remorse : a tragedy, in five acts. Zapolya : a Christmas tale, in two parts. The Piccolomini, or, The first part of Wallenstein : a dramaHarper & Brothers, Franklin Square, 1853 |
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... ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the Good and the Beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me . S. T. C. JUVENILE POEMS . Genevieve . CONTENTS . Sonnet . To viii PREFACE .
... ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the Good and the Beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me . S. T. C. JUVENILE POEMS . Genevieve . CONTENTS . Sonnet . To viii PREFACE .
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... meet their hate , And soar beyond the storm with upright eye elate ! Ye woods that wave o'er Avon's rocky steep , To Fancy's car sweet is your murmuring deep ! For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave Watching , with wistful eye ...
... meet their hate , And soar beyond the storm with upright eye elate ! Ye woods that wave o'er Avon's rocky steep , To Fancy's car sweet is your murmuring deep ! For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave Watching , with wistful eye ...
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... : But thou , sweet Nymph ! proclaimed our Faery Queen , With what obeisance meet Thy presence shall we greet ? For lo ! attendant on thy steps are seen Graceful Ease in artless stole , And white - robed 26 JUVENILE POEMS .
... : But thou , sweet Nymph ! proclaimed our Faery Queen , With what obeisance meet Thy presence shall we greet ? For lo ! attendant on thy steps are seen Graceful Ease in artless stole , And white - robed 26 JUVENILE POEMS .
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... meet , And he thank'd him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge it was sweet ! A MUSIC . HENCE , soul - dissolving Harmony That lead'st th ' oblivious soul astray- Though thou sphere descended be- Hence ...
... meet , And he thank'd him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge it was sweet ! A MUSIC . HENCE , soul - dissolving Harmony That lead'st th ' oblivious soul astray- Though thou sphere descended be- Hence ...
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... meet , While Reason still with smiles delights to tell Maternal hope , that her lov'd Progeny In all but Sorrows ... meets its ken- My woes , my joys unshar'd ! Ah ! long ere then On me thy icy dart , stern Death , be prov'd ; — Better ...
... meet , While Reason still with smiles delights to tell Maternal hope , that her lov'd Progeny In all but Sorrows ... meets its ken- My woes , my joys unshar'd ! Ah ! long ere then On me thy icy dart , stern Death , be prov'd ; — Better ...
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Alvar arms art thou babe Bathory beneath Bethlen blessed breast bright Butler Casimir child clouds Coun Countess Cuirassiers curse dare dark dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emerick Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle Glycine groan hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honor hope hour Illo Illyria Isid Isolani Jeremy Taylor Kiuprili lady Laska light live look Lord maid Maradas moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er Octavio once Ordonio pause Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Questenberg round SCENE sigh silent sleep smile song soul spirit stand stars stept strange Swedes sweet sword tale tears tell Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine things thou art thought Twas Valdez voice Wallenstein wild words Wran youth
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Side 155 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Side 235 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare 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 261 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above, And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Side 234 - See! See! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Side 232 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. "And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Side 238 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. "Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Side 126 - 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. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Side 230 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Side 246 - 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...
Side 153 - BLANC! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! 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!