The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, Том 1W. Pickering, 1829 - 353 страница |
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... feel- ing , is impelled to seek for sympathy ; but a Poet's feelings are all strong . Quicquid amet valde amat . Akenside therefore speaks with philosophical accu- racy when he classes Love and Poetry , as producing the same effects ...
... feel- ing , is impelled to seek for sympathy ; but a Poet's feelings are all strong . Quicquid amet valde amat . Akenside therefore speaks with philosophical accu- racy when he classes Love and Poetry , as producing the same effects ...
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... feel . Sweet Flower of HOPE ! free Nature's genial child ! That didst so fair disclose thy early bloom , Filling the wide air with a rich perfume ! For thee in vain all heavenly aspects smil'd ; From the hard world brief respite could ...
... feel . Sweet Flower of HOPE ! free Nature's genial child ! That didst so fair disclose thy early bloom , Filling the wide air with a rich perfume ! For thee in vain all heavenly aspects smil'd ; From the hard world brief respite could ...
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... feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless CARES , and smiling COURTESIES . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy heart they ...
... feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless CARES , and smiling COURTESIES . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy heart they ...
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... Feel how it throbs for you ! Ah no ! reject the thoughtless claim In pity to your Lover ! That thrilling touch would aid the flame , It wishes to discover . TO AN INFANT . Ан cease thy Tears and Sobs JUVENILE POEMS . 73 1333 Conclusion ...
... Feel how it throbs for you ! Ah no ! reject the thoughtless claim In pity to your Lover ! That thrilling touch would aid the flame , It wishes to discover . TO AN INFANT . Ан cease thy Tears and Sobs JUVENILE POEMS . 73 1333 Conclusion ...
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... feel The answering swell of mine ! How oft , my Love ! with shapings sweet I paint the moment , we shall meet ! With eager speed I dart- I seize you in the vacant air , And fancy , with a Husband's care I press you to my heart ! ' Tis ...
... feel The answering swell of mine ! How oft , my Love ! with shapings sweet I paint the moment , we shall meet ! With eager speed I dart- I seize you in the vacant air , And fancy , with a Husband's care I press you to my heart ! ' Tis ...
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amid anguish babe beneath blessed bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm cheek child clouds Dæmon dance dark dart dear deep dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE Earth Ellen Faery Queen fair Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gale gaze gentle gleam groans haply hast hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy Hope hour hues infant Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN Lady LEE Boo Lewti light limbs lonely Love Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind 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 Scorpion King shaping mind sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrows soul spirit stars stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine thou thought Throne toil trembling twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wing youth
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Страница 319 - ... a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, 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.
Страница 245 - When he had better far have stretched his limbs Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell, By sun or moon-light, to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song And of his fame forgetful!
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Страница 250 - Inaudible as dreams ! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
Страница 136 - Cairo's swamps of pestilence, Even so, my countrymen I have we gone forth And borne to distant tribes slavery and pangs, And, deadlier far, our vices, whose deep taint With slow perdition murders the whole man, His body and his soul!
Страница 321 - twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Страница 151 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.