The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...William Pickering, 1828 |
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... Spirit , Sheridan ! 57 58 VI . O what a loud and fearful Shriek 59 VII . As when far off ..... 60 VIII . Thou gentle look 61 IX . Pale Roamer through the Night ! .. 62 X. Sweet Mercy ! ... 63 XI . Thou Bleedest my Poor Heart 64 XII . To ...
... Spirit , Sheridan ! 57 58 VI . O what a loud and fearful Shriek 59 VII . As when far off ..... 60 VIII . Thou gentle look 61 IX . Pale Roamer through the Night ! .. 62 X. Sweet Mercy ! ... 63 XI . Thou Bleedest my Poor Heart 64 XII . To ...
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... SPIRIT of the WESTERN GALE , Where , wearied with his flower - caressing sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam , By lonely OTTER's sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with ...
... SPIRIT of the WESTERN GALE , Where , wearied with his flower - caressing sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam , By lonely OTTER's sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with ...
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... spirits speed thy flight Bathed in rich amber - glowing floods of light ; Nor in yon gleam , where slow descends the day , With western peasants hail the morning ray ! Ah ! rather bid the perished pleasures move , A shadowy train ...
... spirits speed thy flight Bathed in rich amber - glowing floods of light ; Nor in yon gleam , where slow descends the day , With western peasants hail the morning ray ! Ah ! rather bid the perished pleasures move , A shadowy train ...
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... SPIRITS of LOVE ! ye heard her name ! Obey The powerful spell , and to my haunt repair . Whether on clustering pinions ye are there , Where rich snows blossom on the Myrtle trees , Or with fond languishment around my fair Sigh in the ...
... SPIRITS of LOVE ! ye heard her name ! Obey The powerful spell , and to my haunt repair . Whether on clustering pinions ye are there , Where rich snows blossom on the Myrtle trees , Or with fond languishment around my fair Sigh in the ...
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... SPIRITS ! to you the infant Maid was given Formed by the wonderous Alchemy of Heaven ! No fairer Maid does Love's wide empire know , No fairer Maid e'er heaved the bosom's snow . A thousand Loves around her forehead fly ; A thousand ...
... SPIRITS ! to you the infant Maid was given Formed by the wonderous Alchemy of Heaven ! No fairer Maid does Love's wide empire know , No fairer Maid e'er heaved the bosom's snow . A thousand Loves around her forehead fly ; A thousand ...
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amid anguish arms Asplenium Scolopendrium babe behold beneath blessed bower breast breath breeze bright BROCKLEY COOMB brow calm cheek child clouds Dæmon dance dark dart dear deep dream Earl HENRY Earth Ellen fair Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gale gaze gentle gleam groans haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy Hope hour hues infant Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN Lewti light limbs lonely Love Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind Mocketh MONODY Moon mossy Mother murmur muse ne'er night o'er pale PATRICK SPENCE pause Peace PIXIES pleasure Poem poor rose round S. T. COLERIDGE SHURTON sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrows soul spirit stars stream sunny sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought Thought Industrious Throne toil trembling twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wing youth
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Seite 213 - 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, GOD!
Seite 330 - 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 289 - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful they are...
Seite 328 - ... all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone had been cast, but alas! without the after restoration of the latter...
Seite 100 - Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream ! The veiling clouds retire, And lo ! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
Seite 329 - 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. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 103 - For all that meets the bodily sense I deem Symbolical, one mighty alphabet For infant minds ; and we in this low world Placed with our backs to bright reality, That we may learn with young unwounded ken The substance from its shadow.
Seite 159 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Seite 330 - I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Seite 211 - As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, 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, I worshipped the Invisible alone.