Poetical Works of Coleridge & Keats, Band 1Hurd, 1878 |
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... poor Forlorn . Sonnet XII . Sweet Mercy ! how my very heart has bled . 58 Sonnet XIII . To the Autumnal Moon 68895 57 59 Sonnet XIV . Thou bleedest , my poor Heart ! and thy distress . Sonnet XV . To the Author of " The Robbers " 61 ...
... poor Forlorn . Sonnet XII . Sweet Mercy ! how my very heart has bled . 58 Sonnet XIII . To the Autumnal Moon 68895 57 59 Sonnet XIV . Thou bleedest , my poor Heart ! and thy distress . Sonnet XV . To the Author of " The Robbers " 61 ...
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... Poor Lamb ( these were his last words ) if he wants any knowledge , he may apply to me ; ' - in ordinary cases , I thanked him , I have an En cyclopedia ' at hand ; but on such an occasion as going over to a German University , I could ...
... Poor Lamb ( these were his last words ) if he wants any knowledge , he may apply to me ; ' - in ordinary cases , I thanked him , I have an En cyclopedia ' at hand ; but on such an occasion as going over to a German University , I could ...
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... Poor Col ! but two days before he died , he wrote to a book- seller proposing an epic poem on the Wanderings of Cain , ' in twenty - four books . It is said he has left behind him more than forty thousand treatises in criticism ...
... Poor Col ! but two days before he died , he wrote to a book- seller proposing an epic poem on the Wanderings of Cain , ' in twenty - four books . It is said he has left behind him more than forty thousand treatises in criticism ...
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... poor miserable wretch , who for many years has been attempting to beat off pain by a constant recurrence to the vice , which repro- duces it . Conceive a spirit in hell , employed in tracing out for others the road to that heaven from ...
... poor miserable wretch , who for many years has been attempting to beat off pain by a constant recurrence to the vice , which repro- duces it . Conceive a spirit in hell , employed in tracing out for others the road to that heaven from ...
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... poor child- ren ! -self - contempt for my repeated promise- breach , nay , too often , actual falsehood ! " After my death , I earnestly entreat that a full and unqualified narration of my wretchedness , and of its guilty cause , may be ...
... poor child- ren ! -self - contempt for my repeated promise- breach , nay , too often , actual falsehood ! " After my death , I earnestly entreat that a full and unqualified narration of my wretchedness , and of its guilty cause , may be ...
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Alvar arms babe BATHORY beneath Bethlen Biographia Literaria bless blest breast breath bright Casimir cavern Charles Lamb child Christ's Hospital Christabel clouds Coleridge Coleridge's curse dark dead dear death DERWENT COLERIDGE didst doth dream earth Emerick fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle GLYCINE groan haply hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour Illyria Isid Kiuprili Kubla Khan lady Laska laudanum light listen live look Lord maid mind MONODY moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er ORDONIO pain poem pray round S. T. Coleridge Sarolta sigh silent sleep smile song SONNET soul spirit stept strange sweet swell tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thing thou art thought truth Twas Valdez voice wild wing youth ZAPOLYA
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Seite 162 - 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 120 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Seite 122 - 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 173 - 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 131 - 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...
Seite 174 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air...
Seite 124 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Seite 121 - 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! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Seite 308 - 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...
Seite 138 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart.