The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - 420 Seiten |
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... turn away our attention to general subjects is a painful and most often an unavailing effort . " But O ! how grateful to a wounded heart The tale of Misery to impart- From others ' eyes bid artless sorrows flow , And raise esteem upon ...
... turn away our attention to general subjects is a painful and most often an unavailing effort . " But O ! how grateful to a wounded heart The tale of Misery to impart- From others ' eyes bid artless sorrows flow , And raise esteem upon ...
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... Moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with which they died , Had never passed away : I could not draw my eyes from theirs , Nor turn them up to pray . And now this spell was snapt : once more I 12 The Ancient Mariner .
... Moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with which they died , Had never passed away : I could not draw my eyes from theirs , Nor turn them up to pray . And now this spell was snapt : once more I 12 The Ancient Mariner .
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... turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea , In ripple or in shade . It raised my hair ...
... turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea , In ripple or in shade . It raised my hair ...
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... the noontide hours With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers ( Ere from thy zephyr - haunted brink I turn Juvenile Poems . 53 DOMESTIC PEACE LINES WRITTEN AT THE KING'S-ARMS, Ross LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A Village.
... the noontide hours With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers ( Ere from thy zephyr - haunted brink I turn Juvenile Poems . 53 DOMESTIC PEACE LINES WRITTEN AT THE KING'S-ARMS, Ross LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A Village.
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... turn ) My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn . For not through pathless grove with murmur rude Thou soothest the sad wood - nymph , SOLITUDE ; Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The HERMIT - FOUNTAIN of some dripping cell ...
... turn ) My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn . For not through pathless grove with murmur rude Thou soothest the sad wood - nymph , SOLITUDE ; Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The HERMIT - FOUNTAIN of some dripping cell ...
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Alvar ancient Mariner arms beneath Billaud Varennes breast bright brother BUTLER child Christabel cloud Coleridge Coun COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dæmons dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feelings Friedland gaze gentle Geraldine hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope hour Illo Isid ISOLANI Jesus College Kubla Khan lady light living look Lord loud maid MARADAS Moon mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er OCTAVIO once ORDONIO Pantisocracy pause Piccolomini PIXIES poem Prague pray QUESTENBERG Robespierre Roland de Vaux round SCENE sigh silent Sir Leoline sleep smile song soul spake spirit stand stars Swedes sweet Tallien tears tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA thine thing thought traitor Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN wild wing words
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Seite 156 - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Seite 15 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Seite 1 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Seite 31 - 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 ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Seite 146 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy...
Seite 8 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. 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!
Seite 3 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Seite xxx - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Seite 11 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The...
Seite 12 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand; It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!