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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... Dream ..... First Advent of Love .. Names .... Desire .. 283 284 284 284 Love and Friendship opposite .... 285 Not at Home ...... 285 To a Lady offended by a sportive observation ... 285 Lines suggested by the Last Words of Berengarius ...
... Dream ..... First Advent of Love .. Names .... Desire .. 283 284 284 284 Love and Friendship opposite .... 285 Not at Home ...... 285 To a Lady offended by a sportive observation ... 285 Lines suggested by the Last Words of Berengarius ...
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... dream , Where Susquehanna pours his untamed stream ; And on some hill , whose forest - frowning side Waves o'er the murmurs of his calmer tide , Will raise a solemn Cenotaph to thee , Sweet Harper of time - shrouded Minstrelsy ! And ...
... dream , Where Susquehanna pours his untamed stream ; And on some hill , whose forest - frowning side Waves o'er the murmurs of his calmer tide , Will raise a solemn Cenotaph to thee , Sweet Harper of time - shrouded Minstrelsy ! And ...
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... dreams ! we view The sombre hours , that round the stand With down - cast eyes ( a duteous band ) ! Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew . Sorceress of the ebon throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow ...
... dreams ! we view The sombre hours , that round the stand With down - cast eyes ( a duteous band ) ! Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew . Sorceress of the ebon throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow ...
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... dream from thy dominions Wave its various - painted pinions , Till ere the splendid visions close We snore quartettes in ecstacy of nose . While thus we urge our airy course , Oh may no jolt's electric force Our fancies from their ...
... dream from thy dominions Wave its various - painted pinions , Till ere the splendid visions close We snore quartettes in ecstacy of nose . While thus we urge our airy course , Oh may no jolt's electric force Our fancies from their ...
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... extensive plain Where native Otter sports his scanty stream , Musing in torpid woe a sister's pain , The glorious prospect woke me from the dream . At every step it widen'd to my sight , Wood JUVENILE POEMS . 39 The same Pain 89 Life.
... extensive plain Where native Otter sports his scanty stream , Musing in torpid woe a sister's pain , The glorious prospect woke me from the dream . At every step it widen'd to my sight , Wood JUVENILE POEMS . 39 The same Pain 89 Life.
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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.