The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 стор. |
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... live and not be loved ! ; ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A SISTER . I TOO a sister had ! too cruel death ! How sad remembrance bids my bosom heave ! Tranquil her soul , as sleeping Infant's breath ; Meek were her manners ...
... live and not be loved ! ; ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A SISTER . I TOO a sister had ! too cruel death ! How sad remembrance bids my bosom heave ! Tranquil her soul , as sleeping Infant's breath ; Meek were her manners ...
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... live the Innocent , as far from cares As from the storms and overwhelming waves That tumble on the surface of the Deep , Returns with far - heard pant , hotly pursued By the fierce Warders of the Sea , once more , Ere by the frost ...
... live the Innocent , as far from cares As from the storms and overwhelming waves That tumble on the surface of the Deep , Returns with far - heard pant , hotly pursued By the fierce Warders of the Sea , once more , Ere by the frost ...
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... Live o'er again that happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay , Beside the ruined tower . The moonshine , stealing o'er the scene , Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ...
... Live o'er again that happy hour , When midway on the mount I lay , Beside the ruined tower . The moonshine , stealing o'er the scene , Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ...
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... live . THE HAPPY HUSBAND . FT , oft methinks , the while with Thee Tofthe , as from the heart , thy dear And dedicated name , I hear A promise and a mystery , A pledge of more than passing life , Yea , in that very name of Wife ! A ...
... live . THE HAPPY HUSBAND . FT , oft methinks , the while with Thee Tofthe , as from the heart , thy dear And dedicated name , I hear A promise and a mystery , A pledge of more than passing life , Yea , in that very name of Wife ! A ...
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... live ! To me the Eternal Wisdom hath dispensed A different fortune and more different mind- Me from the spot where first I sprang to light Too soon transplanted , ere my soul had fixed Its first domestic loves ; and hence through life ...
... live ! To me the Eternal Wisdom hath dispensed A different fortune and more different mind- Me from the spot where first I sprang to light Too soon transplanted , ere my soul had fixed Its first domestic loves ; and hence through life ...
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Albatross amid Antistrophe arms babe Bard beneath blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dance dark Dark Ladie dear deep doth dream earth fair fancy fear feel flowers gazed gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven HEXAMETER holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist light limbs listen look loud maid meek melancholy mind moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang Pixies poem prayed rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swelling tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil trembling twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Сторінка 111 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Сторінка 235 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Сторінка 234 - The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan. 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...
Сторінка 190 - But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.
Сторінка 144 - Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the Vale ! () struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars...
Сторінка 159 - Friends, whom I never more may meet again, On springy heath, along the hill-top edge, Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, To that still roaring dell, of which I told; The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, And only speckled by the mid-day sun...
Сторінка 227 - 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 225 - 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 232 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. "The selfsame moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.
Сторінка 231 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs. Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is a curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse. And yet I could not die.