The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S. T. Coleridge: With a Life of the Author, Том 1Little, Brown, 1861 |
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... O'er willowy meads and shadowed waters creeping , And Ceres ' golden fields ; —the sultry hind Meets it with brow uplift , and stays his reaping . 1788 . GENEVIEVE . MAID of my Love , sweet Genevieve ! In Beauty's light you glide along ...
... O'er willowy meads and shadowed waters creeping , And Ceres ' golden fields ; —the sultry hind Meets it with brow uplift , and stays his reaping . 1788 . GENEVIEVE . MAID of my Love , sweet Genevieve ! In Beauty's light you glide along ...
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... o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore love I you , sweet Genevieve ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A SCHOOL - BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS . UNDERNEATH an old oak tree There was of ...
... o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore love I you , sweet Genevieve ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A SCHOOL - BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS . UNDERNEATH an old oak tree There was of ...
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... o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet , And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thank'd him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge it was ...
... o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet , And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thank'd him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge it was ...
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... o'er my soul On Memory's wing , like shadows , fly ! Ah Flowers ! which Joy from Eden stole While Innocence stood smiling by ! - But cease , fond Heart ! this bootless moan : Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown Shall yet return , by ...
... o'er my soul On Memory's wing , like shadows , fly ! Ah Flowers ! which Joy from Eden stole While Innocence stood smiling by ! - But cease , fond Heart ! this bootless moan : Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown Shall yet return , by ...
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... o'er with age : Round them their mantle green the ivies bind , Beneath whose foliage pale Fanned by the unfrequent gale We shield us from the Tyrant's mid - day rage . IV . Thither , while the murmuring throng Of wild 10 SONGS OF THE ...
... o'er with age : Round them their mantle green the ivies bind , Beneath whose foliage pale Fanned by the unfrequent gale We shield us from the Tyrant's mid - day rage . IV . Thither , while the murmuring throng Of wild 10 SONGS OF THE ...
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Страница 239 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Страница 132 - 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.
Страница 133 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, 'With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound : It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Страница 141 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
Страница 132 - 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!
Страница 240 - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Страница 302 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Страница 286 - O ! the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, A light in sound, a sound-like power in light, Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere...
Страница 310 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Страница 309 - 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?