The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Band 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 Seiten |
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... ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the Good and the Beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me . S. T. C. Absence CONTENTS . JUVENILE POEMS . ENEVIEVE . Page 1 PREFACE . ix.
... ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the Good and the Beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me . S. T. C. Absence CONTENTS . JUVENILE POEMS . ENEVIEVE . Page 1 PREFACE . ix.
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... Meet Again To an Infant On the Christening of a Friend's Child Lines to Joseph Cottle • Lines written at Shurton Bars Lines to a Friend Religious Musings THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER Page 41 45 46 47 4444444 42 43 48 49 51 53 56 58 ...
... Meet Again To an Infant On the Christening of a Friend's Child Lines to Joseph Cottle • Lines written at Shurton Bars Lines to a Friend Religious Musings THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER Page 41 45 46 47 4444444 42 43 48 49 51 53 56 58 ...
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... meet Thy presence shall we greet ? For lo ! attendant on thy steps are seen Graceful Ease in artless stole , And white - robed Purity of soul , With Honour's softer mien ; Mirth of the loosely - flowing hair , And meek - eyed Pity ...
... meet Thy presence shall we greet ? For lo ! attendant on thy steps are seen Graceful Ease in artless stole , And white - robed Purity of soul , With Honour's softer mien ; Mirth of the loosely - flowing hair , And meek - eyed Pity ...
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... meet , And he thanked him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge it was sweet ! We must not think so , but forget and forgive ; And what Heaven gives life to , we'll still let it live . ABSENCE . A ...
... meet , And he thanked him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge it was sweet ! We must not think so , but forget and forgive ; And what Heaven gives life to , we'll still let it live . ABSENCE . A ...
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... meets my lonely path in moon - beams clad . With her along the streamlet's brink I rove ; With her I list the warblings of the grove ; And seems in each low wind her voice to float , Lone whispering Pity in each soothing note ! Spirits ...
... meets my lonely path in moon - beams clad . With her along the streamlet's brink I rove ; With her I list the warblings of the grove ; And seems in each low wind her voice to float , Lone whispering Pity in each soothing note ! Spirits ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner arms babe beneath bird black lips blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel clouds curse dance dark dear deep dream earth Ellen fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle green groan haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor lady land of mist Lewti light limbs look loud maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind Monody moon mossy mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain PATRICK SPENCE Pixies pleasure poem poor prayer Roland de Vaux round ship sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soothing soul sound spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought thought Industrious toil trembling twas Twill voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Seite 184 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Seite 85 - 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 ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze...
Seite 230 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. 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 90 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Seite 93 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Seite 229 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Seite 87 - 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.
Seite 82 - 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...
Seite 275 - 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 279 - And now have reached her chamber door ; And now doth Geraldine press down The rushes of the chamber floor. The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. But they without its light can see The chamber carved so curiously, Carved with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's brain, For a lady's chamber meet : The lamp with twofold silver chain Is fastened to an angel's feet.