The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Band 7Harper & brothers, 1864 |
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... remain , This lime - tree bower my prison ! I have lost Beauties and feelings , such as would have been Most sweet to my remembrance even when age Had dimmed mine eyes to blindness ! They , meanwhile , Friends , whom I never more may ...
... remain , This lime - tree bower my prison ! I have lost Beauties and feelings , such as would have been Most sweet to my remembrance even when age Had dimmed mine eyes to blindness ! They , meanwhile , Friends , whom I never more may ...
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... remain silent , I chose to follow his example , and Mr. ***** recited the poem . This he could do with the better grace , being known to have ever been not only a firm and active Anti - Jacobin and Anti - Gallican , but likewise a ...
... remain silent , I chose to follow his example , and Mr. ***** recited the poem . This he could do with the better grace , being known to have ever been not only a firm and active Anti - Jacobin and Anti - Gallican , but likewise a ...
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... remain The only constant in a world of change , O yearning thought ! that liv'st but in the brain ? Call to the hours , that in the distance play , The faery people of the future day-- Fond thought ! not one of all that shining swarm ...
... remain The only constant in a world of change , O yearning thought ! that liv'st but in the brain ? Call to the hours , that in the distance play , The faery people of the future day-- Fond thought ! not one of all that shining swarm ...
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... remain in this thy Paradise . " And the word of the Most High answered Satan : " The tender mercies of the wicked are cruel . Treacherous Fiend ! if with guilt like thine , it had been possible for thee to have the heart of a Man , and ...
... remain in this thy Paradise . " And the word of the Most High answered Satan : " The tender mercies of the wicked are cruel . Treacherous Fiend ! if with guilt like thine , it had been possible for thee to have the heart of a Man , and ...
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... remain the same if true , When we were neither young nor new ; Yea , and in all within the will that came , By the same proofs would show itself the same . Eliz . What are the lines you repeated from Beaumont and Fletcher , which my ...
... remain the same if true , When we were neither young nor new ; Yea , and in all within the will that came , By the same proofs would show itself the same . Eliz . What are the lines you repeated from Beaumont and Fletcher , which my ...
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Seite 213 - 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. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 234 - 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.
Seite 233 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Seite 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.
Seite 155 - 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!
Seite 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 ruin'd tower.
Seite 241 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound : It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a L, wound.
Seite 236 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, 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.
Seite 231 - Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound...
Seite 237 - 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.