The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. S. Francis & Company, 1848 - 384 стор. |
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... Sleep 229 330 231 Ne plus ultra CHRISTABEL 232 233 257 What is Life - Limbo THE ANCIENT MARINER MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . Alice du Clos ; or , the Forked Tongue . A Ballad 280 The Knight's Tomb 287 Hymn to the Earth 287 Written during a ...
... Sleep 229 330 231 Ne plus ultra CHRISTABEL 232 233 257 What is Life - Limbo THE ANCIENT MARINER MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . Alice du Clos ; or , the Forked Tongue . A Ballad 280 The Knight's Tomb 287 Hymn to the Earth 287 Written during a ...
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... sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along ; Or where , his silver waters smoothed to rest , The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast . VII . Hence , thou ...
... sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along ; Or where , his silver waters smoothed to rest , The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast . VII . Hence , thou ...
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... sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along ; Or where , his silver waters smoothed to rest , The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast . VII . Hence , thou ...
... sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along ; Or where , his silver waters smoothed to rest , The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast . VII . Hence , thou ...
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... sleeping Infant's breath ; Meek were her manners as a vernal Eve . Knowledge , that frequent lifts the bloated mind , Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast , And Wit to venom'd Malice oft assigned , Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's ...
... sleeping Infant's breath ; Meek were her manners as a vernal Eve . Knowledge , that frequent lifts the bloated mind , Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast , And Wit to venom'd Malice oft assigned , Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's ...
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... sleeps , Amid the paly radiance soft and sad , She meets my lonely path in moon - beams clad . With her along the streamlet's brink I rove ; With her I list the warblings of the grove ; And seems in each low wind her voice to float ...
... sleeps , Amid the paly radiance soft and sad , She meets my lonely path in moon - beams clad . With her along the streamlet's brink I rove ; With her I list the warblings of the grove ; And seems in each low wind her voice to float ...
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Albatross amid anguish babe Bard beautiful black lips blest boughs bower breast breath breeze bright brother's kiss brow calm child CHRIST'S HOSPITAL Christabel cloud dance dark dart dear deathmate deep delight dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE Earl Henry earth Faery Queen fair fear feel flowers gale gaze gentle groans grove haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hope hour hues infant JESUS COLLEGE kiss Lady light listen loud Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy Michael Psellus mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmuring muse Nature Nature's ne'er night o'er pain pang Pixies platform wild pleasure poems poet rose round sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrow soul sound spirit stars strains stream sweet swelling tale tears thee thine thou thought throne toil trembling Twas vale voice wanton song wind wing youth
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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.