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Christabel and the Lyrical and Imaginative Poems of S.T. Coleridge
Samuel Taylor Coleridge,Algernon Charles Swinburne
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018
Christabel and the Lyrical and Imaginative Poems of S. T. Coleridge (Classic ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017
ancient arms beautiful beneath bird breast breath breeze bright child Christabel close cloud Coleridge comes curse dark dead dear death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fear feel feet fell Fire gaze gentle Geraldine give green groan hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour kind lady leaves Leoline light limbs listen live look Lord loud maid Mariner Mary mind moon mother moved Nature never night o'er once pain passed poem poet praise prayed rest rise rock rose round seems sense ship side sight silent sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stood strange sweet swelling tears tell thee thine things thou thought touch tree turned twas verse voice wild wind wood youth
Seite 7 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Seite 21 - 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 mariner's hollo! 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 33 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Seite xxiii - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Seite 17 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Seite 23 - 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 32 - But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?' Second Voice: 'The air is cut away before, And closes from behind. Fly, brother, fly! more high, more high! Or we shall be belated: For slow and slow that ship will go, When the Mariner's trance is abated.
Seite 16 - 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 48 - For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can ; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Seite 26 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the Stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.