The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Band 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 Seiten |
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... dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While " mid the pelting of that merciless storm , " Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famished form ! Sublime of thought , and confident of fame , From vales where Avon winds the Minstrel * came . Light ...
... dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While " mid the pelting of that merciless storm , " Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famished form ! Sublime of thought , and confident of fame , From vales where Avon winds the Minstrel * came . Light ...
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... dead man's ear ? " Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow In merit's joy , and poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless cares , and smiling courtesies . Nursed in thy heart the firmer virtues ...
... dead man's ear ? " Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow In merit's joy , and poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless cares , and smiling courtesies . Nursed in thy heart the firmer virtues ...
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... dead swoop , and to the bottom go . Escaped that heavy stream on pinion fleet Beneath the mountain's lofty - frowning brow , Ere aught of perilous ascent you meet , A mead of mildest charm delays the unlabouring feet . Not there the ...
... dead swoop , and to the bottom go . Escaped that heavy stream on pinion fleet Beneath the mountain's lofty - frowning brow , Ere aught of perilous ascent you meet , A mead of mildest charm delays the unlabouring feet . Not there the ...
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... thousand years Lead up their mystic dance , the desert shouts ! Old ocean claps his hands ! The mighty dead Rise to new life , whoe'er from earliest time With conscious zeal had urged love's wondrous plan , Coadjutors JUVENILE POEMS . 69.
... thousand years Lead up their mystic dance , the desert shouts ! Old ocean claps his hands ! The mighty dead Rise to new life , whoe'er from earliest time With conscious zeal had urged love's wondrous plan , Coadjutors JUVENILE POEMS . 69.
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... dead sea - bird round his neck . The ancient Mariner be- holdeth a sign in the ele- ment afar off . approach , it seemeth him Ah ! well a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross , the Albatross About my ...
... dead sea - bird round his neck . The ancient Mariner be- holdeth a sign in the ele- ment afar off . approach , it seemeth him Ah ! well a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross , the Albatross About my ...
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Albatross amid arms babe Bard 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 poem poor prayed Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE 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 86 - 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 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 96 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
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 77 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Seite 297 - 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...
Seite 296 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Seite 83 - Beyond the shadow of the Ship, I watched the water-snakes; They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.
Seite 94 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
Seite 147 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined 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 Genevieve!