The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...W. Pickering, 1828 |
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... 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 . And thus it chanced , as I divine , With Roland and Sir Leoline . Each spake ...
... 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 . And thus it chanced , as I divine , With Roland and Sir Leoline . Each spake ...
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... truth within thy heart ? That truth , from which , through fear , thou twice didst start , Fear haply told thee , was a learned strife , Or not so vital as to claim thy life : And myriads had reached Heaven , who never knew Where LINES ...
... truth within thy heart ? That truth , from which , through fear , thou twice didst start , Fear haply told thee , was a learned strife , Or not so vital as to claim thy life : And myriads had reached Heaven , who never knew Where LINES ...
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... the friendly Reader , that the less he attributes its ap- pearance to the Author's will , choice , or judgment , the nearer to the truth he will be . S. T. COLERIDGE . THE WANDERINGS OF CAIN . CANTO II . " A 108 PREFATORY NOTE .
... the friendly Reader , that the less he attributes its ap- pearance to the Author's will , choice , or judgment , the nearer to the truth he will be . S. T. COLERIDGE . THE WANDERINGS OF CAIN . CANTO II . " A 108 PREFATORY NOTE .
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... truth A suborned murderer have the power to dictate A binding oath- ALVAR . My long captivity Left me no choice : the very Wish too languished With the fond Hope that nursed it ; the sick babe Drooped at the bosom of its famished mother ...
... truth A suborned murderer have the power to dictate A binding oath- ALVAR . My long captivity Left me no choice : the very Wish too languished With the fond Hope that nursed it ; the sick babe Drooped at the bosom of its famished mother ...
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... truth is all too much for me ! my I see no sail which brings not to mind The home - bound bark in which my son was By the Algerine - to perish with his captors ! captured Oh no ! he did not ! From TERESA . 130 REMORSE ,
... truth is all too much for me ! my I see no sail which brings not to mind The home - bound bark in which my son was By the Algerine - to perish with his captors ! captured Oh no ! he did not ! From TERESA . 130 REMORSE ,
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ALHADRA ALVAR ancient Mariner Andreas arms art thou babe beneath BETHLEN bless blood brother Cain cavern CHEF RAGOZZI child Christabel curse dæmons dare dark dead dear death didst doth dream dungeon Enter Exit eyes face faith fancy father fear gentle Geraldine GLYCINE groan guilt hand Hark hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour Hush Illyria innocent ISIDORE king kneel Lady Sarolta LASKA light live look Lord Casimir LORD RUDOLPH Lord Valdez loud maid MONVIEDRO moon moonlight Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er OLD BATHORY ORDONIO Pestalutz POLYA pray Prince Emerick RAAB KIUPRILI rock Roland de Vaux round Saints shield shadow ship Sir Leoline sleep smile soul spake speak spirit stood strange sweet sword tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thing thou art thought traitor Twas tyrant voice wood wretch ZAPOLYA ZULIMEZ
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Сторінка 36 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Сторінка 62 - 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 22 - 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 9 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Сторінка 30 - Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.
Сторінка 73 - A little child, a limber elf, Singing, dancing to itself, A fairy thing with red round cheeks, That always finds, and never seeks, Makes such a vision to the sight As fills a father's eyes with light...
Сторінка 29 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Сторінка 3 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.' He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,
Сторінка 34 - Said the Hermit cheerily. The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard.
Сторінка 43 - Is the night chilly and dark ? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull. The night is chill, the cloud is gray : 'Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way.