The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeG. Routledge and sons, 1873 - 420 Seiten |
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... round . Why then write Sonnets or Monodies ? Because they give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amusement , and can find it in employment alone ; but full of its ...
... round . Why then write Sonnets or Monodies ? Because they give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amusement , and can find it in employment alone ; but full of its ...
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... 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 the chapel streams , Bright on 6 2 Introductory Memoir . xix.
... 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 the chapel streams , Bright on 6 2 Introductory Memoir . xix.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge William Bell Scott. The light which round the chapel streams , Bright on his beard of silver gleams ; But shines not on his muffled brow , Which mortal eye must never know ! " The noble mother of Christabel Is ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge William Bell Scott. The light which round the chapel streams , Bright on his beard of silver gleams ; But shines not on his muffled brow , Which mortal eye must never know ! " The noble mother of Christabel Is ...
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... round and round it flew . The ice did split with a thunder - fit ; The helmsman steered us through ! And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow , And every day , for food or play , Came to the mariners ' hollo ...
... round and round it flew . The ice did split with a thunder - fit ; The helmsman steered us through ! And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow , And every day , for food or play , Came to the mariners ' hollo ...
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... round his neck . PART THE THIRD . 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 ...
... round his neck . PART THE THIRD . 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 ...
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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.