The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Band 7Harper & brothers, 1864 |
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... speak - like Pitt can think- Yet all like Fox can game - like Pitt can drink . O , Curas hominum ! O , quantum est in rebus inane ! THE fervid Sun had more than halv'd the day , When gloomy on his couch Philedon lay ; His feeble frame ...
... speak - like Pitt can think- Yet all like Fox can game - like Pitt can drink . O , Curas hominum ! O , quantum est in rebus inane ! THE fervid Sun had more than halv'd the day , When gloomy on his couch Philedon lay ; His feeble frame ...
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... Speak ! from thy storm - black Heaven O speak aloud ! And on the darkling foe Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain cloud ! O dart the flash ! O rise and deal the blow ! The Past to thee , to thee the Future cries ! Hark ! how wide ...
... Speak ! from thy storm - black Heaven O speak aloud ! And on the darkling foe Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain cloud ! O dart the flash ! O rise and deal the blow ! The Past to thee , to thee the Future cries ! Hark ! how wide ...
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... speak of him , The Incomprehensible ! save when with awe I praise him , and with Faith that inly feels ; Who with his saving mercies healed me , A sinful and most miserable man , Wildered and dark , and gave me to possess Peace , and ...
... speak of him , The Incomprehensible ! save when with awe I praise him , and with Faith that inly feels ; Who with his saving mercies healed me , A sinful and most miserable man , Wildered and dark , and gave me to possess Peace , and ...
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... speaking of some one who had wronged or offended him : that the first with apparent violence had devoted every part of his adversary's body and soul to all the horrid phantoms and fantastic places that ever Quevedo dreamt of , and this ...
... speaking of some one who had wronged or offended him : that the first with apparent violence had devoted every part of his adversary's body and soul to all the horrid phantoms and fantastic places that ever Quevedo dreamt of , and this ...
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... speaking of the in- solencies of traitors and the violences of rebels , Bishop Taylor must have mdividualized in his mind , Hampden , Hollis , Pym , Fairfax , Ireton , and Mil- ton ? And what if he should take the liberty of concluding ...
... speaking of the in- solencies of traitors and the violences of rebels , Bishop Taylor must have mdividualized in his mind , Hampden , Hollis , Pym , Fairfax , Ireton , and Mil- ton ? And what if he should take the liberty of concluding ...
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Seite 213 - 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. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 234 - 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 233 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Seite 261 - 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 155 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Seite 126 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, •** Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower.
Seite 241 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound : It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a L, wound.
Seite 236 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky. Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Seite 231 - 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 237 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.