The poetical works of S.T. Coleridge, Volume 1 |
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... strain ? Ah me ! yet Spenser , gentlest bard divine , Beneath chill Disappointment's shade , His weary limbs in lonely anguish laid ; And o'er her darling dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While " mid the pelting of that merciless ...
... strain ? Ah me ! yet Spenser , gentlest bard divine , Beneath chill Disappointment's shade , His weary limbs in lonely anguish laid ; And o'er her darling dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While " mid the pelting of that merciless ...
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... strain , — Grant me , like thee , the lyre to sound , Like thee with fire divine to glow ; - But ah ! when rage the waves of woe , Grant me with firmer breast to meet their hate , And soar beyond the storm with upright eye elate ! Ye ...
... strain , — Grant me , like thee , the lyre to sound , Like thee with fire divine to glow ; - But ah ! when rage the waves of woe , Grant me with firmer breast to meet their hate , And soar beyond the storm with upright eye elate ! Ye ...
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... strains his throat ; Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . II . When fades the moon to shadowy - pale , And scuds the cloud before the gale , Ere the Morn , all gem - bedight , Hath streak'd the East with rosy light , We sip JUVENILE POEMS ...
... strains his throat ; Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . II . When fades the moon to shadowy - pale , And scuds the cloud before the gale , Ere the Morn , all gem - bedight , Hath streak'd the East with rosy light , We sip JUVENILE POEMS ...
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... strains Whose sadness soothes me , like the murmuring Of wild - bees in the sunny showers of spring ! For hence not callous to the mourner's pains Through Youth's gay prime and thornless paths I went : And when the mightier throes of ...
... strains Whose sadness soothes me , like the murmuring Of wild - bees in the sunny showers of spring ! For hence not callous to the mourner's pains Through Youth's gay prime and thornless paths I went : And when the mightier throes of ...
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... strains are heard That soar on Morning's wing the vales among , Within his cage the imprisoned matin bird Swells the full chorus with a generous song : He bathes no pinion in the dewy light , No Father's joy , no Lover's bliss he shares ...
... strains are heard That soar on Morning's wing the vales among , Within his cage the imprisoned matin bird Swells the full chorus with a generous song : He bathes no pinion in the dewy light , No Father's joy , no Lover's bliss he shares ...
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ALEXANDER DYCE amid anguish arms Atheism babe behold beneath blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright calm charms cheek child clouds dance dark dart dear death deep dream Earl Henry earth Faery Queen fair fancy fear feel flowers gale gaze gentle gleam groans haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy Hope hour hues infant Jeremy Taylor JOHN MITFORD KUBLA KHAN Lewti Life's light limbs Love lyre Maid meek melancholy Milton mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmur Muse Nature ne'er night o'er pain pale pang PATRICK SPENCE Peace Pixies pleasure POEMS prayer round S. T. COLERIDGE sigh silent sing Slau sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit stars stept stream sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought throne toil trembling twas vale voice weep wild wind wing youth
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Página 268 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And '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!
Página 184 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, 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...
Página 184 - Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven!
Página 240 - ... small thoughts have I of sleep ; Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep ! Visit her, gentle Sleep ! with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth ! With light heart may she rise, Gay fancy, cheerful eyes, Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice ; To her may all things live, from pole to pole, Their life the eddying of her living soul ! O simple spirit, guided from above,...
Página 111 - And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
Página 238 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower, A new Earth and new Heaven, Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud — Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Página 235 - WELL ! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes, Or the dull sobbing draft, that moans and rakes Upon the strings of this Eolian lute, Which better far were mute.
Página 146 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Página 147 - And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ! And how she wept and...
Página 145 - J3eside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear...