The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Том 7Harper & brothers, 1853 |
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... sweet voice of Cona * never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a ...
... sweet voice of Cona * never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a ...
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... Sweet Mercy ! " ..... XI . " Thou Bleedest , my Poor Heart " . XII . To the Author of the Robbers .. Lines , composed while climbing Brockley Coomb . Lines in the manner of Spenser . 61 62 62 62 . 63 63 64 Imitated from Ossian .. The ...
... Sweet Mercy ! " ..... XI . " Thou Bleedest , my Poor Heart " . XII . To the Author of the Robbers .. Lines , composed while climbing Brockley Coomb . Lines in the manner of Spenser . 61 62 62 62 . 63 63 64 Imitated from Ossian .. The ...
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With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions Samuel Taylor Coleridge William Greenough Thayer Shedd, Sara Coleridge Coleridge. JUVENILE POEMS . GENEVIEVE . MAID of my Love , sweet Genevieve !
With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions Samuel Taylor Coleridge William Greenough Thayer Shedd, Sara Coleridge Coleridge. JUVENILE POEMS . GENEVIEVE . MAID of my Love , sweet Genevieve !
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... sweet Genevieve ! In Beauty's light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve , And sweet your Voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there ...
... sweet Genevieve ! In Beauty's light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve , And sweet your Voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there ...
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... sweet is your murmuring deep ! For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave Watching , with wistful eye , the saddening tints of eve . Here , far from men , amid this pathless grove , In solemn thought the Minstrel wont to rove , Like ...
... sweet is your murmuring deep ! For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave Watching , with wistful eye , the saddening tints of eve . Here , far from men , amid this pathless grove , In solemn thought the Minstrel wont to rove , Like ...
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Сторінка 231 - We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through ! And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Сторінка 243 - 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.
Сторінка 213 - 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.
Сторінка 242 - Second Voice. Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast. If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Сторінка 246 - Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along ; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Сторінка 230 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. "With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Сторінка 237 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Сторінка 232 - 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 ! 158 THE ANCIENT MARINER.
Сторінка 241 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length, With a short uneasy motion.
Сторінка 239 - And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was as its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.