The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 стор. |
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... Moved on the darkness of the unformed deep . SONNET II . As late I lay in slumber's shadowy vale , With wetted cheek and in a mourner's guise , I saw the sainted form of Freedom rise : She spake ! not sadder moans the autumnal gale ...
... Moved on the darkness of the unformed deep . SONNET II . As late I lay in slumber's shadowy vale , With wetted cheek and in a mourner's guise , I saw the sainted form of Freedom rise : She spake ! not sadder moans the autumnal gale ...
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... moved from his sweet trance ! My Sara came , with gentlest look divine ; Bright shone her eye , yet tender was its beam : I felt the pressure of her lip to mine ! Whispering we went , and Love was all our theme— Love pure and spotless ...
... moved from his sweet trance ! My Sara came , with gentlest look divine ; Bright shone her eye , yet tender was its beam : I felt the pressure of her lip to mine ! Whispering we went , and Love was all our theme— Love pure and spotless ...
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... moved an amendment to the following effect : - " That the House hoped his Majesty would seize the earliest opportunity to conclude a peace with France , " & c . This motion was opposed by the Duke of Portland , who " considered the war ...
... moved an amendment to the following effect : - " That the House hoped his Majesty would seize the earliest opportunity to conclude a peace with France , " & c . This motion was opposed by the Duke of Portland , who " considered the war ...
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... moved yet sure she was a gentle maid ! And in each motion her most innocent soul Beamed forth so brightly , that who saw would say Guilt was a thing impossible in her ! Nor idly would have said - for she had lived In this bad World as ...
... moved yet sure she was a gentle maid ! And in each motion her most innocent soul Beamed forth so brightly , that who saw would say Guilt was a thing impossible in her ! Nor idly would have said - for she had lived In this bad World as ...
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... moved and moved , and took at last A certain shape , I wist . A speck , a mist , a shape , I wist ! And still it neared and neared : As if it dodged a water - sprite , It plunged and tacked and veered . With throats unslaked , with ...
... moved and moved , and took at last A certain shape , I wist . A speck , a mist , a shape , I wist ! And still it neared and neared : As if it dodged a water - sprite , It plunged and tacked and veered . With throats unslaked , with ...
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Сторінка 96 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the...
Сторінка 107 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Сторінка 108 - 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.
Сторінка 144 - 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.
Сторінка 112 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colors came.
Сторінка 254 - 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 1 worshipped the invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, — So sweet we know not we are listening to it...
Сторінка 94 - Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Сторінка 104 - 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.
Сторінка 96 - And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! "In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine.
Сторінка 284 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.