The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Volume 7Harper & brothers, 1868 |
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... bless ; The clouds of sorrow at her presence flee ; Rejoice ! rejoice ! ye children of distress ! The beams that play around her head Thro ' want's dark vale their radiance spread : The young uncultur'd mind imbibes the ray , And vice ...
... bless ; The clouds of sorrow at her presence flee ; Rejoice ! rejoice ! ye children of distress ! The beams that play around her head Thro ' want's dark vale their radiance spread : The young uncultur'd mind imbibes the ray , And vice ...
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... bless the Wanderer of the Night . SONNET . ON THE SAME . FAREWELL parental scenes ! a sad farewell ! To you my grateful heart still fondly clings , Tho ' fluttering round on Fancy's burnish'd wings Her tales of future Joy Hope loves to ...
... bless the Wanderer of the Night . SONNET . ON THE SAME . FAREWELL parental scenes ! a sad farewell ! To you my grateful heart still fondly clings , Tho ' fluttering round on Fancy's burnish'd wings Her tales of future Joy Hope loves to ...
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... bless , From thee to commune with my heart ; From thee , dear Muse ! the gayer part , To laugh with Pity at the crowds , that press Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Folly spun , Whose hues gay varying wanton in the sun . 1789 . WITH ...
... bless , From thee to commune with my heart ; From thee , dear Muse ! the gayer part , To laugh with Pity at the crowds , that press Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Folly spun , Whose hues gay varying wanton in the sun . 1789 . WITH ...
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... blessing more demands thy care : - Once more to Heaven address the prayer : For humble independence pray The guardian genius of thy way ; Whom ( sages say ) in days of yore Meek competence to wisdom bore , So shall thy little vessel ...
... blessing more demands thy care : - Once more to Heaven address the prayer : For humble independence pray The guardian genius of thy way ; Whom ( sages say ) in days of yore Meek competence to wisdom bore , So shall thy little vessel ...
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... bless thy milky waters cold and clear . Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours , With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers ( Ere from thy zephyr - haunted brink I turn ) My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn . For not through ...
... bless thy milky waters cold and clear . Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours , With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers ( Ere from thy zephyr - haunted brink I turn ) My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn . For not through ...
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Alvar anguish arms art thou babe Bathory beneath Bethlen blessed blest breast breath bright Butler Casimir child clouds Coun Countess Cuirassiers curse dare dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emerick Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle Glycine groan hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honor hope hour Illo Illyria Isid Isolani Jeremy Taylor Kiuprili lady Laska light live look Lord maid Maradas moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er Octavio once Ordonio pang pause Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Questenberg round SCENE sigh silent sleep smile song SONNET soul spirit stars stept Swedes sweet tale tears tell Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine things thought toil Twas voice Wallenstein wild wing words Wran youth
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Página 247 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Página 154 - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! 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,...
Página 238 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. "Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 154 - Who called you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged rocks, For ever shattered and the same for ever?
Página 248 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 243 - All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.
Página 126 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Página 251 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — 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.
Página 236 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea ! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Página 237 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide ; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside — "Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoar-frost spread ; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red.