The poetical and dramatic works of S.T. Coleridge 3 vols, Bind 2 |
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Side 42
... hear From Bratha Head to Wyndermere . Saith Bracy the bard , So let it knell ! And let the drowsy sacristan Still count as slowly as he can ! There is no lack of such , I ween , As well fill up the space between . In Langdale Pike and ...
... hear From Bratha Head to Wyndermere . Saith Bracy the bard , So let it knell ! And let the drowsy sacristan Still count as slowly as he can ! There is no lack of such , I ween , As well fill up the space between . In Langdale Pike and ...
Side 64
... 'Kellyn ? Where may the grave of that good man be ? - By the side of a spring , on the breast of Helvellyn , Under the twigs of a young birch tree ! The oak that in summer was sweet to hear , 64 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . The Knight's Tomb.
... 'Kellyn ? Where may the grave of that good man be ? - By the side of a spring , on the breast of Helvellyn , Under the twigs of a young birch tree ! The oak that in summer was sweet to hear , 64 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . The Knight's Tomb.
Side 65
... hear , And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year , And whistled and roared in the winter alone , Is gone , —and the birch in its stead is grown.— The Knight's bones are dust , And his good sword rust ; - His soul is with the saints ...
... hear , And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year , And whistled and roared in the winter alone , Is gone , —and the birch in its stead is grown.— The Knight's bones are dust , And his good sword rust ; - His soul is with the saints ...
Side 68
... - stone the ruinous river Shatters its waters abreast , and in mazy uproar be- wilder'd , Rushes dividuous all - all rushing impetuous on- ward . CATULLIAN HENDECASYLLABLES . HEAR , my beloved , an old 68 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . Mahomet.
... - stone the ruinous river Shatters its waters abreast , and in mazy uproar be- wilder'd , Rushes dividuous all - all rushing impetuous on- ward . CATULLIAN HENDECASYLLABLES . HEAR , my beloved , an old 68 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . Mahomet.
Side 69
Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge. CATULLIAN HENDECASYLLABLES . HEAR , my beloved , an old Milesian story ! — High , and embosom'd in congregated laurels , Glimmer'd a temple upon a breezy headland ; In the dim distance amid the ...
Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge. CATULLIAN HENDECASYLLABLES . HEAR , my beloved , an old Milesian story ! — High , and embosom'd in congregated laurels , Glimmer'd a temple upon a breezy headland ; In the dim distance amid the ...
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Alhadra Alvar arms art thou babe bard Bathory behold beneath Bethlen bless breath brother Cain cavern child Christabel curse dare dark dastard dead dear death didst doth dream earth Emerick Enter Exit face fair faith fancy father fear gentle Geraldine Glycine guilt hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope Hush Illyria innocent Isid Isidore king land of mist Laska light live look Lord Casimir maid moon Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er Ordonio pray Raab Kiuprili Ragozzi rock Roland de Vaux round S. T. COLERIDGE Saints shield ship Sir Leoline sleep smile soul spake speak spirit stood strange sweet sword tale tears tell Teresa thee thine thing thou art thought traitor Twas voice wood youth Zapolya
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Side 18 - Is it he?" quoth one, "Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low, The harmless Albatross. " The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Side 11 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. " I fear thee, and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand, so brown.
Side 24 - 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 12 - And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. 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 the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
Side 14 - But with its sound it shook the sails, That were so thin and sere. 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 15 - 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 steered, the...
Side 13 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: 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 20 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 'Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Side 22 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart—- No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Side 16 - ... 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, 370 That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.