The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 páginas |
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... thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The hermit - fountain of some dripping cell ! Pride of the Vale ! thy useful streams supply The scattered cots and peaceful hamlet nigh . The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks With infant ...
... thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The hermit - fountain of some dripping cell ! Pride of the Vale ! thy useful streams supply The scattered cots and peaceful hamlet nigh . The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks With infant ...
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... thine eye , And to quick laughter change this peevish cry ! Poor stumbler on the rocky coast of woe , Tutored by pain each source of pain to know ! Alike the foodful fruit and scorching fire Awake thy eager grasp and young desire ...
... thine eye , And to quick laughter change this peevish cry ! Poor stumbler on the rocky coast of woe , Tutored by pain each source of pain to know ! Alike the foodful fruit and scorching fire Awake thy eager grasp and young desire ...
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... thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless Cares , and smiling Courtesies . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy heart ...
... thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless Cares , and smiling Courtesies . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy heart ...
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... thine eye - beams dance Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry ! Writhes inly from the bosom - probing glance The Apostate by the brainless rout adored , As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword . SONNET VII . O WHAT a ...
... thine eye - beams dance Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry ! Writhes inly from the bosom - probing glance The Apostate by the brainless rout adored , As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword . SONNET VII . O WHAT a ...
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... thine Abdiel warnings on the train That sit complotting with rebellious pride ' Gainst her , who from the Almighty's bosom leapt With whirlwind arm , fierce Minister of Love ! Wherefore , ere Virtue o'er thy tomb hath wept , Angels ...
... thine Abdiel warnings on the train That sit complotting with rebellious pride ' Gainst her , who from the Almighty's bosom leapt With whirlwind arm , fierce Minister of Love ! Wherefore , ere Virtue o'er thy tomb hath wept , Angels ...
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amaranth ancient Mariner arms babe Bard beloved beneath blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dear death deep doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart Heaven HENDECASYLLABLES HEXAMETER holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor John Anderson Kubla Khan lady light limbs look Lord loud Love Love's maid mind Monody moon mother murmur Muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Pixies poem poet rock Roland de Vaux rose round Rudesheimer S. T. Coleridge shadow SHURTON sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spirit stars stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice ween wild William Wordsworth wind wing youth
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Página 96 - 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...
Página 107 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. 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! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Página 108 - 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, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 144 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Página 112 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colors came.
Página 254 - Thy habitation from eternity. 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought ! Entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, — So sweet we know not we are listening to it...
Página 94 - Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Página 104 - 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.
Página 96 - And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! "In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine.
Página 284 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.