The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeG. Routledge and sons, 1873 - 420 Seiten |
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... DARK VIZIR RIOT rude " IV . " WHEN BRITISH FREEDOM FOR AN HAPPIER LAND " . V. " IT WAS SOME SPIRIT , Sheridan ! " 55 · 56 57 • 57 · 58 • 58 • 59 - VI . " O WHat a loud and fearful SHRIEK WAS THERE " · 59 SONNET VII . " AS WHEN FAR - OFF ...
... DARK VIZIR RIOT rude " IV . " WHEN BRITISH FREEDOM FOR AN HAPPIER LAND " . V. " IT WAS SOME SPIRIT , Sheridan ! " 55 · 56 57 • 57 · 58 • 58 • 59 - VI . " O WHat a loud and fearful SHRIEK WAS THERE " · 59 SONNET VII . " AS WHEN FAR - OFF ...
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... DARK LADIE 110 LEWTI , OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE - CHAUNT III THE PICTURE , OR THE LOVER'S RESOLUTION 113 THE KEEPSAKE THE NIGHT - SCENE , A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN · TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN AT THE THEATRE LINES COMPOSED ...
... DARK LADIE 110 LEWTI , OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE - CHAUNT III THE PICTURE , OR THE LOVER'S RESOLUTION 113 THE KEEPSAKE THE NIGHT - SCENE , A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN · TO AN UNFORTUNATE WOMAN AT THE THEATRE LINES COMPOSED ...
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... dark ; With far - heard whisper , o'er the sea , Off shot the spectre - bark . We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The ...
... dark ; With far - heard whisper , o'er the sea , Off shot the spectre - bark . We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The ...
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... dark ? The night is chilly , but not dark . The thin grey cloud is spread on high , It covers but not hides the sky . The moon is behind , and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull . The night is chill , the cloud is grey ...
... dark ? The night is chilly , but not dark . The thin grey cloud is spread on high , It covers but not hides the sky . The moon is behind , and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull . The night is chill , the cloud is grey ...
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... dark robes dripping with the heavy dew . SORCERESS of the ebon throne ! Thy power the PIXIES own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds , in watery colours drest , Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest ...
... dark robes dripping with the heavy dew . SORCERESS of the ebon throne ! Thy power the PIXIES own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds , in watery colours drest , Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest ...
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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.