The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeG. Routledge and sons, 1873 - 420 Seiten |
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... Christabel , my task is done ! Christabel , my prize is won ! The stars are smiling , the moon is bright , The bell of our spousal shall toll to - night ! ' She does not smile , she does not weep ; XX Introductory Memoir .
... Christabel , my task is done ! Christabel , my prize is won ! The stars are smiling , the moon is bright , The bell of our spousal shall toll to - night ! ' She does not smile , she does not weep ; XX Introductory Memoir .
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... stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white ; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clombe above the eastern bar The horned Moon , with one bright star Within the nether tip . One after one , by ...
... stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white ; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clombe above the eastern bar The horned Moon , with one bright star Within the nether tip . One after one , by ...
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... stars that still The cold sweat melted from their limbs , Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they ... star or two beside- sojourn , yet still move onward ; and every where the blue sky , belongs to them , and is their ...
... stars that still The cold sweat melted from their limbs , Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they ... star or two beside- sojourn , yet still move onward ; and every where the blue sky , belongs to them , and is their ...
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... stars danced between . And the coming wind did roar more loud , And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain poured down from one black cloud ; The Moon was at its edge . The thick black cloud was cleft , and still The Moon was at ...
... stars danced between . And the coming wind did roar more loud , And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain poured down from one black cloud ; The Moon was at its edge . The thick black cloud was cleft , and still The Moon was at ...
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... STARS the lady blest , And thus spake on sweet Christabel ; All our household are at rest , The hall as silent as the cell , Sir Leoline is weak in health And may not well awakened be , But we will move as if in stealth And I beseech ...
... STARS the lady blest , And thus spake on sweet Christabel ; All our household are at rest , The hall as silent as the cell , Sir Leoline is weak in health And may not well awakened be , But we will move as if in stealth And I beseech ...
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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.