Christabel and the Lyrical and Imaginative Poems of S.T. ColeridgeScribner, Welford, 1869 - 150 Seiten |
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... listen to the night - birds singing , Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined , Save when your own imperious branches swinging , Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where , like a man beloved of God , Through glooms , which ...
... listen to the night - birds singing , Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclined , Save when your own imperious branches swinging , Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where , like a man beloved of God , Through glooms , which ...
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... listen to the wind , Which long has raved unnoticed . What a scream Of agony by torture lengthened out That lute sent forth ! Thou Wind , that ravest without , Bare craig , or mountain - tairn , ' or blasted tree , Or pine - grove ...
... listen to the wind , Which long has raved unnoticed . What a scream Of agony by torture lengthened out That lute sent forth ! Thou Wind , that ravest without , Bare craig , or mountain - tairn , ' or blasted tree , Or pine - grove ...
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... listen to the tinkling bells From the high tower , and think that there she dwells . With old Boccaccio's soul I stand possest , And breathe an air like life , that swells my chest . The brightness of the world , O thou once free , And ...
... listen to the tinkling bells From the high tower , and think that there she dwells . With old Boccaccio's soul I stand possest , And breathe an air like life , that swells my chest . The brightness of the world , O thou once free , And ...
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... listen for thy voice . Beloved ! ' tis not thine ; thou art not there ! Then melts the bubble into idle air , And wishing without hope I restlessly despair . V. The mother with anticipated glee Smiles o'er the child 78 BLOSSOMING OF THE.
... listen for thy voice . Beloved ! ' tis not thine ; thou art not there ! Then melts the bubble into idle air , And wishing without hope I restlessly despair . V. The mother with anticipated glee Smiles o'er the child 78 BLOSSOMING OF THE.
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... listen ! And I deem it wise To make him Nature's play - mate . He knows well The evening - star ; and once , when he awoke In most distressful mood ( some inward pain Had made up that strange thing , an infant's dream.- ) I hurried with ...
... listen ! And I deem it wise To make him Nature's play - mate . He knows well The evening - star ; and once , when he awoke In most distressful mood ( some inward pain Had made up that strange thing , an infant's dream.- ) I hurried with ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Albatross ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE ancient Mariner arms bard beautiful beneath bird black lips Boccaccio bosom Bracy breast breath breeze bright bright eyes cheek child Christabel cloud Coleridge curse dark dear deep doth dream earth Ellen eyes face fair fear gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haste hath hear heard heart Heaven HENDECASYLLABLES HEXAMETER Hope Kubla Khan lady lady's land of mist Lewti light limbs live look Lord Julian loud Love's maid metre mist moon moonlight mossy mother mountain ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er once poem poet praise prayed Roland de Vaux round S. T. COLERIDGE sails seems ship sight silent Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit stars stood strange sweet swelling tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree twas verse voice weary Wedding-Guest ween wild wind wood youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 7 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Seite 21 - 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 mariner's hollo! And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Seite 33 - 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.
Seite xxiii - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Seite 17 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Seite 23 - 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 32 - But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?' Second Voice: 'The air is cut away before, And closes from behind. Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high! Or we shall be belated: For slow and slow that ship will go, When the Mariner's trance is abated.
Seite 16 - 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.
Seite 48 - For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Seite 26 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the Stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.