The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeG. Routledge and sons, 1873 - 420 Seiten |
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... NIGHT ! " - X. " SWEET MERCY ! HOW MY VERY HEART HAS BLED " XI . " THOU Bleedest , my POOR HEART ! AND THY DISstress " - XII . " TO THE AUTHOR OF THE ROBBERS +9 EPITAPH ON AN INFANT LINES IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER IMITATED FROM OSSIAN ...
... NIGHT ! " - X. " SWEET MERCY ! HOW MY VERY HEART HAS BLED " XI . " THOU Bleedest , my POOR HEART ! AND THY DISstress " - XII . " TO THE AUTHOR OF THE ROBBERS +9 EPITAPH ON AN INFANT LINES IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER IMITATED FROM OSSIAN ...
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... NIGHT AFTER HIS RECITATION OF A POEM ON THE GROWTH OF AN INDIVIDUAL MIND . 141 THE NIGHTINGALE : A CONVERSATION гOEM 144 FROST AT MIDNIGHT 147 IV . - ODES AND MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . THE THREE GRAVES DEJECTION : An Ode 148 157 Ode to ...
... NIGHT AFTER HIS RECITATION OF A POEM ON THE GROWTH OF AN INDIVIDUAL MIND . 141 THE NIGHTINGALE : A CONVERSATION гOEM 144 FROST AT MIDNIGHT 147 IV . - ODES AND MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . THE THREE GRAVES DEJECTION : An Ode 148 157 Ode to ...
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... Kennicott in his Hebrew Bible , a work of which the present writer is entirely ignorant . Here he continued many years , a constant student forgetful not only of the distant world but of the things about "PALE ROAMER THROUGH THE NIGHT!"
... Kennicott in his Hebrew Bible , a work of which the present writer is entirely ignorant . Here he continued many years , a constant student forgetful not only of the distant world but of the things about "PALE ROAMER THROUGH THE NIGHT!"
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... night was to draw on , and the poem conclude happily by the advent of the real lover returning home . It appears to me this is , in a few words , very likely what Coleridge would have developed in " the three parts yet to come , " and ...
... night was to draw on , and the poem conclude happily by the advent of the real lover returning home . It appears to me this is , in a few words , very likely what Coleridge would have developed in " the three parts yet to come , " and ...
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... night - wind blows on her silent bed . " A stranger treads o'er the holy mound : Thrice it hath breath'd a moaning sound ! He has lifted thrice his mighty wand ; He has touch'd the stone with his red right hand ; The light which round ...
... night - wind blows on her silent bed . " A stranger treads o'er the holy mound : Thrice it hath breath'd a moaning sound ! He has lifted thrice his mighty wand ; He has touch'd the stone with his red right hand ; The light which round ...
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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.