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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... Poets when their tongue Would teach to others ' bosoms , what so charms Their own . " PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION . There is one species of Egotism which is truly disgusting ; not that which leads us to communicate * Ossian . our feelings ...
... Poets when their tongue Would teach to others ' bosoms , what so charms Their own . " PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION . There is one species of Egotism which is truly disgusting ; not that which leads us to communicate * Ossian . our feelings ...
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... poem pleases ourselves , but to consider whether or no there may not be others , to whom it is well calculated to ... Poem to another may sometimes be owing to the temper of mind , in which he happens to peruse it . My poems have been ...
... poem pleases ourselves , but to consider whether or no there may not be others , to whom it is well calculated to ... Poem to another may sometimes be owing to the temper of mind , in which he happens to peruse it . My poems have been ...
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... poem that abounds in allusions , like the Bard * Without any feeling of anger , I may yet be allowed to ex- press ... poetic diction , and nothing having come be- fore the judgement - seat of the Reviewers during the long interval , I ...
... poem that abounds in allusions , like the Bard * Without any feeling of anger , I may yet be allowed to ex- press ... poetic diction , and nothing having come be- fore the judgement - seat of the Reviewers during the long interval , I ...
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... poems are better understood at present , than they were at their first publication ; but their fame is established ; and a critic would accuse himself of frigidity or inattention , who should profess not to understand them . But a ...
... poems are better understood at present , than they were at their first publication ; but their fame is established ; and a critic would accuse himself of frigidity or inattention , who should profess not to understand them . But a ...
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... - ments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the Good and the Beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me . S. T. C. JUVENILE POEMS . JUVENILE POEMS . GENEVIEVE . MAID of PREFACE . 7.
... - ments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the Good and the Beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me . S. T. C. JUVENILE POEMS . JUVENILE POEMS . GENEVIEVE . MAID of PREFACE . 7.
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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.