The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 Seiten |
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... breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged steep . Away , Grim Phantom ! Scorpion King , away ! Reserve thy terrors and thy stings display For coward Wealth and Guilt in robes of State ! Lo ! by the grave I stand of one , for whom ...
... breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged steep . Away , Grim Phantom ! Scorpion King , away ! Reserve thy terrors and thy stings display For coward Wealth and Guilt in robes of State ! Lo ! by the grave I stand of one , for whom ...
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... breathing Rose Extract a Blush for Love ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A SCHOOL - BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS . U NDERNEATH an old oak tree There was of swine a huge company , That grunted as they crunched the mast ...
... breathing Rose Extract a Blush for Love ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A SCHOOL - BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS . U NDERNEATH an old oak tree There was of swine a huge company , That grunted as they crunched the mast ...
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... breath ; Meek were her manners as a vernal Eve . Knowledge , that frequent lifts the bloated mind , Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast , And Wit to venom'd Malice oft assigned , Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's nest . Cease , busy ...
... breath ; Meek were her manners as a vernal Eve . Knowledge , that frequent lifts the bloated mind , Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast , And Wit to venom'd Malice oft assigned , Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's nest . Cease , busy ...
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... breathing Kisses fling ; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the Rose's hue . Bashful lo ! she bends her head ... breath of Love . In tender accents ; faint and low , Well - pleased I hear the whispered " No ! " The whisper'd " No ...
... breathing Kisses fling ; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the Rose's hue . Bashful lo ! she bends her head ... breath of Love . In tender accents ; faint and low , Well - pleased I hear the whispered " No ! " The whisper'd " No ...
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... breathing the pure soul of tenderness , She thrills me with the husband's promised name ! 1794 . TO A YOUNG ASS . ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT . OOR little Foal of an oppressed Race ! Love the languid Patience of thy face : And oft ...
... breathing the pure soul of tenderness , She thrills me with the husband's promised name ! 1794 . TO A YOUNG ASS . ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT . OOR little Foal of an oppressed Race ! Love the languid Patience of thy face : And oft ...
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Albatross amid arms babe bard beneath bird blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dark Dark Ladie dear death deep doth dream Earth fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist Lewti light limbs look loud maid meek mind moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang PATRICK SPENCE POEMS pray rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shadow ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought toil tree trembling Twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Seite 259 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 223 - 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. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Seite 233 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Seite 224 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Seite 114 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Seite 227 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye! When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. "At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Seite 189 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Seite 233 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Seite 235 - 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 242 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?