The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 Seiten |
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... hope , remember , that these poems on various subjects , which he reads at one time and under the influence of one set of feelings , were written at different times and prompted by very different feelings ; and therefore that the sup ...
... hope , remember , that these poems on various subjects , which he reads at one time and under the influence of one set of feelings , were written at different times and prompted by very different feelings ; and therefore that the sup ...
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... HOPE 221 222 223 224 225 HOME - SICK 226 THE HAPPY HUSBAND 227 RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE · 228 THE PANG MORE SHARP THAN ALL . AN ALLEGORY 229 III . - MEDITATIVE POEMS . REFLECTIONS ON HAVING LEFT A PLACE OF RETIREMENT 232 ON OBSERVING A ...
... HOPE 221 222 223 224 225 HOME - SICK 226 THE HAPPY HUSBAND 227 RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE · 228 THE PANG MORE SHARP THAN ALL . AN ALLEGORY 229 III . - MEDITATIVE POEMS . REFLECTIONS ON HAVING LEFT A PLACE OF RETIREMENT 232 ON OBSERVING A ...
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... HOPE . 329 LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE MOLES DUTY SURVIVING SELF - LOVE 830 830 331 BONG 881 PHANTOM OR FACT ? A DIALOGUE IN VERSE 332 TO A LADY OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION • 888 " THE LOVE THAT MAKETH NOT ASHAMED CONSTANCY TO ...
... HOPE . 329 LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE MOLES DUTY SURVIVING SELF - LOVE 830 830 331 BONG 881 PHANTOM OR FACT ? A DIALOGUE IN VERSE 332 TO A LADY OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION • 888 " THE LOVE THAT MAKETH NOT ASHAMED CONSTANCY TO ...
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... HOPE , AND PATIENCE IN EDUCATION . " BEARETH ALL THINGS . " - 2 Cor . xlii . 7 “ E OLO DESCENDIT γνώθι σεαυτόν . - JUVENAL ΕΠΙΤΑΦΙΟΝ ΑΥΤΟΓΡΑΠΤΟΝ TO THE YOUNG ARTIST , KAYSER OF KAYSERWORTH MY BAPTISMAL BIRTH - DAY 874 • 875 876 876 ...
... HOPE , AND PATIENCE IN EDUCATION . " BEARETH ALL THINGS . " - 2 Cor . xlii . 7 “ E OLO DESCENDIT γνώθι σεαυτόν . - JUVENAL ΕΠΙΤΑΦΙΟΝ ΑΥΤΟΓΡΑΠΤΟΝ TO THE YOUNG ARTIST , KAYSER OF KAYSERWORTH MY BAPTISMAL BIRTH - DAY 874 • 875 876 876 ...
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... hope to gentle mind ! As Eve's first star thro ' fleecy cloudlet peeping ; And sweeter than the gentle south - west wind , O'er willowy meads and shadowed waters creeping , And Ceres ' golden fields ; -the sultry hind Meets it with brow ...
... hope to gentle mind ! As Eve's first star thro ' fleecy cloudlet peeping ; And sweeter than the gentle south - west wind , O'er willowy meads and shadowed waters creeping , And Ceres ' golden fields ; -the sultry hind Meets it with brow ...
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amaranth ancient Mariner arms babe Bard beloved beneath blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dear death deep doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart Heaven HENDECASYLLABLES HEXAMETER holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor John Anderson Kubla Khan lady light limbs look Lord loud Love Love's maid mind Monody moon mother murmur Muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Pixies poem poet rock Roland de Vaux rose round Rudesheimer S. T. Coleridge shadow SHURTON sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spirit stars stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice ween wild William Wordsworth wind wing youth
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Seite 96 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the...
Seite 107 - 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! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Seite 108 - 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.
Seite 144 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Seite 112 - 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 rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colors came.
Seite 254 - Thy habitation from eternity. 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought ! Entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, — So sweet we know not we are listening to it...
Seite 94 - Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Seite 104 - Beyond the shadow of the Ship, I watched the water-snakes; They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.
Seite 96 - And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! "In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine.
Seite 284 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.