The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 стор. |
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... there , A holier triumph and a sterner aim ! Wings grow within him , and he soars above 1 Avon , a river near Bristol ; the birth - place of Chatterton . Or Bard's or Minstrel's lay of war or love . JUVENILE POEMS . 5.
... there , A holier triumph and a sterner aim ! Wings grow within him , and he soars above 1 Avon , a river near Bristol ; the birth - place of Chatterton . Or Bard's or Minstrel's lay of war or love . JUVENILE POEMS . 5.
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... wing , Have blackened the fair promise of my spring ; And the stern Fate transpierced with viewless dart The last pale Hope that shivered at my heart ! Hence , gloomy thoughts ! no more my soul shall dwell On joys that were ! No more ...
... wing , Have blackened the fair promise of my spring ; And the stern Fate transpierced with viewless dart The last pale Hope that shivered at my heart ! Hence , gloomy thoughts ! no more my soul shall dwell On joys that were ! No more ...
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... wings : Many Summers , many Winters— I can't tell half his adventures . At length he came back , and with him a She , And the acorn was grown to a tall oak tree . They built them a nest in the topmost bough , And young ones they had ...
... wings : Many Summers , many Winters— I can't tell half his adventures . At length he came back , and with him a She , And the acorn was grown to a tall oak tree . They built them a nest in the topmost bough , And young ones they had ...
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... wing , like shadows , fly ! Ah Flowers ! which Joy from Eden stole While Innocence stood smiling by ! — But cease , fond Heart ! this bootless moan : Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown Shall yet return , by Absence crowned , And scatter ...
... wing , like shadows , fly ! Ah Flowers ! which Joy from Eden stole While Innocence stood smiling by ! — But cease , fond Heart ! this bootless moan : Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown Shall yet return , by Absence crowned , And scatter ...
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... wings Her tales of future Joy Hope loves to tell . Adieu , adieu ! ye much loved cloisters pale ! Ah ! would those happy days return again , When ' neath your arches , free from every stain , I heard of guilt and wondered at the tale ...
... wings Her tales of future Joy Hope loves to tell . Adieu , adieu ! ye much loved cloisters pale ! Ah ! would those happy days return again , When ' neath your arches , free from every stain , I heard of guilt and wondered at the tale ...
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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?