The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Band 7Harper & brothers, 1858 |
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... twas some faery place ) Their pinions , ostrich - like , for sails outspread , Two lovely children run an endless race , A sister and a brother ! That far outstripp'd the other ; Yet ever runs she with reverted face , And looks and ...
... twas some faery place ) Their pinions , ostrich - like , for sails outspread , Two lovely children run an endless race , A sister and a brother ! That far outstripp'd the other ; Yet ever runs she with reverted face , And looks and ...
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... Twas Brookes's all till two , - ' twas Hackett's all the rest ! PROGRESS OF VICE . . DEEP in the gulf of Vice and Woe Leaps man at once with headlong throw ? Him inborn Truth and Virtue guide , Whose guards are shame and conscious pride ...
... Twas Brookes's all till two , - ' twas Hackett's all the rest ! PROGRESS OF VICE . . DEEP in the gulf of Vice and Woe Leaps man at once with headlong throw ? Him inborn Truth and Virtue guide , Whose guards are shame and conscious pride ...
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... Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless Cares , and smiling Courtesies . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy ...
... Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless Cares , and smiling Courtesies . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy ...
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... twas fair , And soothed with many a dream the hour of rest : Thou shouldst have loved it most , when most opprest , And nursed it with an agony of care , Even as a Mother her sweet infant heir That wan and sickly droops upon her breast ...
... twas fair , And soothed with many a dream the hour of rest : Thou shouldst have loved it most , when most opprest , And nursed it with an agony of care , Even as a Mother her sweet infant heir That wan and sickly droops upon her breast ...
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... Twas the cold season when the rustic's eye From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields Rolls for relief to watch the skyey tints And clouds slow varying their huge imagery ; When now , as she was wont , the healthful Maid Had left ...
... Twas the cold season when the rustic's eye From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields Rolls for relief to watch the skyey tints And clouds slow varying their huge imagery ; When now , as she was wont , the healthful Maid Had left ...
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Seite 212 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam ; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Seite 155 - GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD! God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD!
Seite 154 - Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet 1 — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains...
Seite 206 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Seite 154 - 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. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing— there, As in her natural form, swelled...
Seite 210 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Seite 155 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Seite 220 - Push on, push on!' Said the Hermit cheerily. " The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard.
Seite 126 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, •** Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower.
Seite 211 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.