The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Том 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 стор. |
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... gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flashed upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of day , Peace smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade ...
... gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flashed upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of day , Peace smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade ...
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... gaze upon the waves below . 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 unshaped tomb ; But dare no longer on ...
... gaze upon the waves below . 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 unshaped tomb ; But dare no longer on ...
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... gaze upon her with a thousand eyes ! As when the savage , who his drowsy frame Had basked beneath the sun's unclouded flame , Awakes amid the troubles of the air , - The skiey deluge , and white lightning's glare- Aghast he scours ...
... gaze upon her with a thousand eyes ! As when the savage , who his drowsy frame Had basked beneath the sun's unclouded flame , Awakes amid the troubles of the air , - The skiey deluge , and white lightning's glare- Aghast he scours ...
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... gaze : Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend , Till chill and damp the moonless night descend . THE ROSE . S late each flower that sweetest blows I plucked , the garden's pride ! Within the petals of a rose A sleeping Love I ...
... gaze : Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend , Till chill and damp the moonless night descend . THE ROSE . S late each flower that sweetest blows I plucked , the garden's pride ! Within the petals of a rose A sleeping Love I ...
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... gaze , Or where the sorrow - shrivelled captive lay , Pours the bright blaze of freedom's noon - tide ray . Beneath this roof if thy cheered moments pass , Fill to the good man's name one grateful glass : To higher zest shall memory ...
... gaze , Or where the sorrow - shrivelled captive lay , Pours the bright blaze of freedom's noon - tide ray . Beneath this roof if thy cheered moments pass , Fill to the good man's name one grateful glass : To higher zest shall memory ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner arms babe beneath bird black lips blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel clouds curse dance dark dear deep dream earth Ellen fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle green groan haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor lady land of mist Lewti light limbs look loud maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind Monody moon mossy mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain PATRICK SPENCE Pixies pleasure poem poor prayer Roland de Vaux round ship sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soothing soul sound spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought thought Industrious toil trembling twas Twill voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Сторінка 184 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Сторінка 85 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze...
Сторінка 230 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan; Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Сторінка 90 - 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 93 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Сторінка 229 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, 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 87 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 82 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival...
Сторінка 275 - 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.
Сторінка 279 - And now have reached her chamber door ; And now doth Geraldine press down The rushes of the chamber floor. The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. But they without its light can see The chamber carved so curiously, Carved with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's brain, For a lady's chamber meet : The lamp with twofold silver chain Is fastened to an angel's feet.