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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... thou found repose ! beneath this sod ! Thou ! O vain word ! thou dwell'st not with the clod ! 3 • Amid the shining Host of the Forgiven Thou JUVENILE POEMS . 19 Time, real and imaginary Monody on the Death of Chatterton.
... thou found repose ! beneath this sod ! Thou ! O vain word ! thou dwell'st not with the clod ! 3 • Amid the shining Host of the Forgiven Thou JUVENILE POEMS . 19 Time, real and imaginary Monody on the Death of Chatterton.
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... thou bad'st the friend of pain Roll the black tide of Death through every freezing vein ! O Spirit blest ! Whether the Eternal's throne around , Amidst the blaze of Seraphim , Thou pourest forth the grateful hymn ; Or 3 aring thro ' the ...
... thou bad'st the friend of pain Roll the black tide of Death through every freezing vein ! O Spirit blest ! Whether the Eternal's throne around , Amidst the blaze of Seraphim , Thou pourest forth the grateful hymn ; Or 3 aring thro ' the ...
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... thou sphere descended be- Hence away ! Thou mightier Goddess , thou demand'st my lay , Born when earth was seiz'd with cholic ; Or as more sapient sages say , What time the Legion diabolic H Compelled their beings to enshrine In bodies ...
... thou sphere descended be- Hence away ! Thou mightier Goddess , thou demand'st my lay , Born when earth was seiz'd with cholic ; Or as more sapient sages say , What time the Legion diabolic H Compelled their beings to enshrine In bodies ...
Side 29
... Thou Goddess ! thou inspir'st each throat ; ' Tis thou who pour'st the scritch owl note ! Transported hear'st thy children all Scrape and blow and squeak and squall , And while old Otter's steeple rings , Clappest hoarse thy raven wings ...
... Thou Goddess ! thou inspir'st each throat ; ' Tis thou who pour'st the scritch owl note ! Transported hear'st thy children all Scrape and blow and squeak and squall , And while old Otter's steeple rings , Clappest hoarse thy raven wings ...
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... thou extend thy willing arms , Receive the fervent Jove and yield him all thy charms ! How sink the mighty low by Fate opprest ! - Perhaps , O Kettle ! thou by scornful toe Rude urg'd t ' ignoble place with plaintive din , May'st rust ...
... thou extend thy willing arms , Receive the fervent Jove and yield him all thy charms ! How sink the mighty low by Fate opprest ! - Perhaps , O Kettle ! thou by scornful toe Rude urg'd t ' ignoble place with plaintive din , May'st rust ...
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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!