The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge, Band 3

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Seite 166 - Are ye not like the women, who for ever Only recur to their first word, although One had been talking reason by the hour ! Know, that the human being's thoughts and deeds Are not like ocean billows, blindly moved. The inner world, his microcosmus, is The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally.
Seite 279 - Permit her her own will. Leave her alone with him: for there are sorrows, Where of necessity the soul must be Its own support. A strong heart will rely On its own strength alone. In her own bosom, Not in her mother's arms, must she collect The strength to rise superior to this blow. It is mine own brave girl. I'll have her treated Not as the woman, but the heroine.
Seite 77 - Das Herz ist gestorben, die Welt ist leer, Und weiter gibt sie dem Wunsche nichts mehr. Du Heilige, rufe dein Kind zurück, Ich habe genossen das irdische Glück, Ich habe gelebt und geliebet.
Seite 165 - do not ride to-day The dapple, as you're wont ; but mount the horse Which I have chosen for thee. Do it, brother ! In love to me. A strong dream warned me so.
Seite 71 - For fable is Love's world, his home, his birthplace Delightedly dwells he 'mong fays and talismans, And spirits ; and delightedly believes Divinities, being himself divine. The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring. Or chasms and wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Seite 238 - Like one abhorred, a hard inhuman being ; Yea, loaded with the curse of all I love ! Must see all whom I love in this sore anguish, Whom I with one word can make happy — O ! My heart revolts within me, and two voices Make themselves audible within my bosom.
Seite 149 - Yet not a few, and for a meaner object, Have ventured even this, ay, and performed it. What is there in thy case so black and monstrous ? Thou art accused of treason — whether with Or without justice is not now the question — Thou art lost if thou dost not avail thee quickly Of the power which thou possessest — Friedland ! Duke!
Seite 291 - WALLENSTEIN (moves to the window). There is a busy motion in the Heaven, The wind doth chase the flag upon the tower, Fast sweep the clouds, the sickle ' of the moon, Struggling, darts snatches of uncertain light. No form of star is visible ! That one White stain of light, that single glimmering yonder, Is from Cassiopeia, and therein Is Jupiter. (A pause).
Seite 129 - Thyself dost not conceive it possible; And since they now have evidence authentic How far thou hast already gone, speak! tell us, What art thou waiting for? Thou canst no longer Keep thy command; and beyond hope of rescue Thou'rt lost if thou resign'st it.
Seite 122 - OCTAVIO (alarmed). What MAX. (returning). If thou hast believed that I shall act A part in this thy play, thou hast Miscalculated on me grievously. My way must be straight on. True with the tongue, False with the heart — I may not, cannot be : Nor can I suffer that a man should trust me — As his friend trust me — and then lull my conscience With such low pleas as these : " I ask him not — He did it all at his own hazard — and My mouth has never lied to him.

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