The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Band 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 Seiten |
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... passed , And knows not whether he be first or last . MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON . HEN faint and sad o'er sorrow's desert wild Slow journies onward poor Misfortune's child ; [ dressed , When fades each lovely form by fancy And ...
... passed , And knows not whether he be first or last . MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON . HEN faint and sad o'er sorrow's desert wild Slow journies onward poor Misfortune's child ; [ dressed , When fades each lovely form by fancy And ...
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... passed along , Oft pouring on the winds a broken song : Anon , upon some rough rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt - and gaze upon the waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee ...
... passed along , Oft pouring on the winds a broken song : Anon , upon some rough rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt - and gaze upon the waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee ...
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... passing clouds impictured on thy breast . Life's current then ran sparkling to the noon , Or silvery stole beneath the pensive moon : Ah ! now it works rude brakes and thorns among , Or o'er the rough rock bursts and foams along ! LINES ...
... passing clouds impictured on thy breast . Life's current then ran sparkling to the noon , Or silvery stole beneath the pensive moon : Ah ! now it works rude brakes and thorns among , Or o'er the rough rock bursts and foams along ! LINES ...
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... passed again that way , In autumn's latest hour , And wondering saw the selfsame spray Rich with the selfsame flower . X. Ah , fond deceit ! the rude green bud Alike in shape , place , name , Had bloomed , where bloomed its parent stud ...
... passed again that way , In autumn's latest hour , And wondering saw the selfsame spray Rich with the selfsame flower . X. Ah , fond deceit ! the rude green bud Alike in shape , place , name , Had bloomed , where bloomed its parent stud ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Albatross amid arms babe Bard Basil Hall beneath bird blessed blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dance dark dear deep dream earth fair fancy fear feelings flowers gale gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist light limbs look loud maid meek melancholy mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Peace Pixies pleasure poem poor prayed Roland de Vaux rose round ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stept strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil twas Twill vale 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.