The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 стор. |
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... ..... 219 220 221 II 224 III 227 IV 230 V 232 VI 237 VII 241 CHRISTABEL , Part I 246 Conclusion to Part I ... Part II .... 255 257 Conclusion to Part II 267 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . Page Alice du Clos ; or , xiv CONTENTS .
... ..... 219 220 221 II 224 III 227 IV 230 V 232 VI 237 VII 241 CHRISTABEL , Part I 246 Conclusion to Part I ... Part II .... 255 257 Conclusion to Part II 267 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . Page Alice du Clos ; or , xiv CONTENTS .
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... from the bridegroom's door . He went like one that hath been stunned , And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man , He rose the morrow morn . 2 CHRISTABEL . PREFACE.1 THE first part of the following 244 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
... from the bridegroom's door . He went like one that hath been stunned , And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man , He rose the morrow morn . 2 CHRISTABEL . PREFACE.1 THE first part of the following 244 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 2 CHRISTABEL . PREFACE.1 THE first part of the following poem was written in the year 1797 , at Stowey , in the county of Somerset . The second part , after my return from Germany , in the year 1800 , at Keswick ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 2 CHRISTABEL . PREFACE.1 THE first part of the following poem was written in the year 1797 , at Stowey , in the county of Somerset . The second part , after my return from Germany , in the year 1800 , at Keswick ...
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I have only to add , that the metre of the Christabel is not , properly speaking , irregular , though it may seem so from its being founded on a new principle : namely , that of ... CHRISTABEL . CHRISTABEL, Part I.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I have only to add , that the metre of the Christabel is not , properly speaking , irregular , though it may seem so from its being founded on a new principle : namely , that of ... CHRISTABEL . CHRISTABEL, Part I.
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... Christabel , Whom her father loves so well , What makes her in the wood so late , A furlong from the castle gate ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her ...
... Christabel , Whom her father loves so well , What makes her in the wood so late , A furlong from the castle gate ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her ...
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Albatross amid arms babe bard beneath bird blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dark Dark Ladie dear death deep doth dream Earth fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist Lewti light limbs look loud maid meek mind moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang PATRICK SPENCE POEMS pray rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shadow ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought toil tree trembling Twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Сторінка 259 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Сторінка 223 - 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. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Сторінка 233 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Сторінка 224 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Сторінка 114 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Сторінка 227 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye! When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. "At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Сторінка 189 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Сторінка 233 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Сторінка 235 - 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!
Сторінка 242 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?