The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. S. Francis & Company, 1848 - 384 стор. |
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... through the night ! " X. " Sweet Mercy ! " - XI . " Thou bleedest , my poor Heart ! " XII . To the Author of the " Robbers " Lines composed while climbing Brockley Coomb · · 1868885588688 JUVENILE POEMS . Lines in the manner.
... through the night ! " X. " Sweet Mercy ! " - XI . " Thou bleedest , my poor Heart ! " XII . To the Author of the " Robbers " Lines composed while climbing Brockley Coomb · · 1868885588688 JUVENILE POEMS . Lines in the manner.
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... Poor drudges of chastising Providence , Who borrow all their hues and qualities From our own folly and rank wickedness , Which gave them birth and nursed them . A few examples , taken at random , will suffice to show his dim similitudes ...
... Poor drudges of chastising Providence , Who borrow all their hues and qualities From our own folly and rank wickedness , Which gave them birth and nursed them . A few examples , taken at random , will suffice to show his dim similitudes ...
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... Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshapen tomb ; But dare no longer on the sad theme muse , Lest ...
... Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshapen tomb ; But dare no longer on the sad theme muse , Lest ...
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... Poor drudges of chastising Providence , Who borrow all their hues and qualities From our own folly and rank wickedness , Which gave them birth and nursed them . A few examples , taken at random , will suffice to show his dim similitudes ...
... Poor drudges of chastising Providence , Who borrow all their hues and qualities From our own folly and rank wickedness , Which gave them birth and nursed them . A few examples , taken at random , will suffice to show his dim similitudes ...
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... Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshapen tomb ; But dare no longer on the sad theme muse , Lest ...
... Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshapen tomb ; But dare no longer on the sad theme muse , Lest ...
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Сторінка 172 - 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 mariners
Сторінка 164 - 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...
Сторінка 162 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Сторінка xvii - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Сторінка 175 - 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 147 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Сторінка 147 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Сторінка 174 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Сторінка 185 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Сторінка 186 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.