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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... rise , Gives the blue sky to many a prisoner's eyes ; And now in wrath he grasps the patriot steel , And her own iron rod he makes Oppression feel . Sweet Flower of HOPE ! free Nature's genial child ! That didst so fair disclose thy ...
... rise , Gives the blue sky to many a prisoner's eyes ; And now in wrath he grasps the patriot steel , And her own iron rod he makes Oppression feel . Sweet Flower of HOPE ! free Nature's genial child ! That didst so fair disclose thy ...
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... rise as no ship could withstand . It bulged on a rock , and the waves rushed in fast : The old Raven flew round and round , and cawed to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls- See 28 JUVENILE POEMS .
... rise as no ship could withstand . It bulged on a rock , and the waves rushed in fast : The old Raven flew round and round , and cawed to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls- See 28 JUVENILE POEMS .
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... rise , Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright - blue Eyes ! When first the lark high soaring swells his throat , Mocks the tired eye , and scatters the loud note , I trace her footsteps on the accustomed lawn , I mark her glancing mid the ...
... rise , Chaste Joyance dancing in her bright - blue Eyes ! When first the lark high soaring swells his throat , Mocks the tired eye , and scatters the loud note , I trace her footsteps on the accustomed lawn , I mark her glancing mid the ...
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... rise around : Heart - fretting FEAR , with pallid look aghast , That courts the future woe to hide the past ; REMORSE , the poisoned arrow in his side , And loud lewd MIRTH , to Anguish close allied : Till FRENZY , fierce - eyed child ...
... rise around : Heart - fretting FEAR , with pallid look aghast , That courts the future woe to hide the past ; REMORSE , the poisoned arrow in his side , And loud lewd MIRTH , to Anguish close allied : Till FRENZY , fierce - eyed child ...
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... rise : She spake ! not sadder moans the autumnal gale- " Great Son of Genius ! sweet to me thy name , " Ere in an evil hour with altered voice " Thou badst Oppression's hireling crew rejoice 66 Blasting with wizard spell my laurelled ...
... rise : She spake ! not sadder moans the autumnal gale- " Great Son of Genius ! sweet to me thy name , " Ere in an evil hour with altered voice " Thou badst Oppression's hireling crew rejoice 66 Blasting with wizard spell my laurelled ...
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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 320 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Страница 319 - The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
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!
Страница 229 - 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...
Страница 231 - With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain And strange calamity! Ah! slowly sink Behind the western ridge, thou glorious sun! Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb, Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds! Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves! And kindle, thou blue ocean! So my Friend Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood, Silent with swimming sense...
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.