The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...William Pickering, 1828 |
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... Listening to the Sabbath bells ! Still around her steps are seen Spotless HONOUR's meeker mien , Love , the sire of pleasing fears , SORROW Smiling through her tears , And conscious of the past employ MEMORY , bosom - spring of joy ...
... Listening to the Sabbath bells ! Still around her steps are seen Spotless HONOUR's meeker mien , Love , the sire of pleasing fears , SORROW Smiling through her tears , And conscious of the past employ MEMORY , bosom - spring of joy ...
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... listening ear . Now patriot Rage and Indignation high Swell the full tones ! And now thine eye - beams dance Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry ! Writhes inly from the bosom - probing glance The Apostate by the brainless rout ...
... listening ear . Now patriot Rage and Indignation high Swell the full tones ! And now thine eye - beams dance Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry ! Writhes inly from the bosom - probing glance The Apostate by the brainless rout ...
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... listening , why forget the healing tale , When Jealousy with feverish fancies pale Jarred thy fine fibres with a maniac's hand ? Faint was that HOPE , and rayless ! -Yet ' twas fair And soothed with many a dream the hour of rest : Thou ...
... listening , why forget the healing tale , When Jealousy with feverish fancies pale Jarred thy fine fibres with a maniac's hand ? Faint was that HOPE , and rayless ! -Yet ' twas fair And soothed with many a dream the hour of rest : Thou ...
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... listening Treachery lurks With pious fraud to snare a brother's life ; " 6 January 21st . 1794 , in the debate on the Address to his Majesty , on the speech from the Throne , the Earl of Guildford moved an Amendment to the following ...
... listening Treachery lurks With pious fraud to snare a brother's life ; " 6 January 21st . 1794 , in the debate on the Address to his Majesty , on the speech from the Throne , the Earl of Guildford moved an Amendment to the following ...
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... listening only to the pebbly brook That murmurs with a dead , yet bell - like sound Tinkling , or bees , that in the neighbouring trunk Make honey - hoards . The breeze , that visits me , Was never Love's accomplice , never raised The ...
... listening only to the pebbly brook That murmurs with a dead , yet bell - like sound Tinkling , or bees , that in the neighbouring trunk Make honey - hoards . The breeze , that visits me , Was never Love's accomplice , never raised The ...
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amid anguish arms Asplenium Scolopendrium babe behold beneath blessed bower breast breath breeze bright BROCKLEY COOMB brow calm cheek child clouds Dæmon dance dark dart dear deep dream Earl HENRY Earth Ellen fair Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gale gaze gentle gleam groans haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy Hope hour hues infant Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN Lewti light limbs lonely Love Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind Mocketh MONODY Moon mossy Mother murmur muse ne'er night o'er pale PATRICK SPENCE pause Peace PIXIES pleasure Poem poor rose round S. T. COLERIDGE SHURTON sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrows soul spirit stars stream sunny sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought Thought Industrious Throne toil trembling twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wing youth
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Сторінка 213 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Сторінка 330 - 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: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Сторінка 289 - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful they are...
Сторінка 328 - ... all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone had been cast, but alas! without the after restoration of the latter...
Сторінка 100 - Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream ! The veiling clouds retire, And lo ! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
Сторінка 329 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Сторінка 103 - For all that meets the bodily sense I deem Symbolical, one mighty alphabet For infant minds ; and we in this low world Placed with our backs to bright reality, That we may learn with young unwounded ken The substance from its shadow.
Сторінка 159 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Сторінка 330 - I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Сторінка 211 - As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought; entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.