The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Band 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 Seiten |
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... silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ! And thou had'st dashed it , at her soft command , But that Despair and Indignation rose , And told again the story of thy woes ; Told the keen insult of the unfeeling ...
... silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ! And thou had'st dashed it , at her soft command , But that Despair and Indignation rose , And told again the story of thy woes ; Told the keen insult of the unfeeling ...
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... silent - sandalled , pay our defter court , Circling the 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 ...
... silent - sandalled , pay our defter court , Circling the 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 ...
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... silent dews at eve's mild gleam What balmy sweets Pomona breathes around ! But if the vexed air rush a stormy stream , Or Autumn's shrill gust moan in plaintive sound , With fruits and flowers she loads the tempest honoured ground ...
... silent dews at eve's mild gleam What balmy sweets Pomona breathes around ! But if the vexed air rush a stormy stream , Or Autumn's shrill gust moan in plaintive sound , With fruits and flowers she loads the tempest honoured ground ...
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... silent spirit drinks Strange bliss which he shall recognise in heaven . And such delights , such strange beatitudes Seize on my young anticipating heart When that blest future rushes on my view ! For in His own and in His Father's might ...
... silent spirit drinks Strange bliss which he shall recognise in heaven . And such delights , such strange beatitudes Seize on my young anticipating heart When that blest future rushes on my view ! For in His own and in His Father's might ...
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... silent sea . Down dropt the breeze , the sails dropt down , ' Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! In the former edition the line was , The furrow followed free ; but I had not been long on ...
... silent sea . Down dropt the breeze , the sails dropt down , ' Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! In the former edition the line was , The furrow followed free ; but I had not been long on ...
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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!