The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeG. Routledge and sons, 1873 - 420 Seiten |
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... SCENE , A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN · TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN AT THE THEATRE LINES COMPOSED IN A CONCERT - ROOM TO A YOUNG LADY ON HER RECOVERY FROM A FEVER 117 .119 120 121 122 123 TO A LADY , WITH FALCONER'S ...
... SCENE , A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN · TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN AT THE THEATRE LINES COMPOSED IN A CONCERT - ROOM TO A YOUNG LADY ON HER RECOVERY FROM A FEVER 117 .119 120 121 122 123 TO A LADY , WITH FALCONER'S ...
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... scene of the mighty drama then unfolding , the development of which into an aggressive military despotism was enough to confound , enrage , and utterly change the current of ideas in the minds of all believers in the philosophical ...
... scene of the mighty drama then unfolding , the development of which into an aggressive military despotism was enough to confound , enrage , and utterly change the current of ideas in the minds of all believers in the philosophical ...
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... scene Of wood , hill , dale , and sparkling brook between ! Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song , That soars on Morning's wing your vales among . Scenes of my Hope ! the aching eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the ...
... scene Of wood , hill , dale , and sparkling brook between ! Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song , That soars on Morning's wing your vales among . Scenes of my Hope ! the aching eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the ...
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... scene Lonely and sad thy pilgrimage hath been ; And if , thy breast with heart - sick anguish fraught , Thou journeyest onward tempest - tossed in thought ; Here cheat thy cares ! in generous visions melt , And dream of Goodness , thou ...
... scene Lonely and sad thy pilgrimage hath been ; And if , thy breast with heart - sick anguish fraught , Thou journeyest onward tempest - tossed in thought ; Here cheat thy cares ! in generous visions melt , And dream of Goodness , thou ...
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... Scene a desolated Tract in La Vendée . FAMINE is discovered lying on the ground ; to her enter FIRE and SLaughter . FAMINE . SISTERS ! sisters ! who sent you here ? SLAUGHTER ( to Fire ) . I will whisper it in her ear . FIRE . No ! no ...
... Scene a desolated Tract in La Vendée . FAMINE is discovered lying on the ground ; to her enter FIRE and SLaughter . FAMINE . SISTERS ! sisters ! who sent you here ? SLAUGHTER ( to Fire ) . I will whisper it in her ear . FIRE . No ! no ...
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Alvar ancient Mariner anguish arms beneath Billaud Varennes breast bright brother BUTLER child Christabel clouds Coleridge Coun COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dæmons dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feelings Friedland gaze gentle Geraldine groan hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope hour Illo Isid ISOLANI Jesus College Kubla Khan lady light living look Lord loud maid MARADAS Moon mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er OCTAVIO once ORDONIO pause Piccolomini PIXIES poem Prague pray QUESTENBERG Robespierre Roland de Vaux round SCENE sigh silent Sir Leoline sleep smile song soul spirit stand stars Swedes sweet Tallien tears tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA thine thing thought traitor Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN wild wing words
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Seite 10 - 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!
Seite 13 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Seite 129 - ... silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee, and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it As with a wedge. But when I look again It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, 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.
Seite 3 - 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 4 - 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 158 - My genial spirits fail; And what can these avail To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Seite 10 - 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 10 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Seite 11 - Is this the man? By Him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The Spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Seite 8 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and every where 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.