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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... sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a law of our nature , he , who ...
... sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a law of our nature , he , who ...
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... Sound like a seeking Mother's anxious call , Return , poor Child ! Home , weary Truant , home ! Thee , Chatterton ! these unblest stones protect From want , and the bleak freezings of neglect . Too long before the vexing Storm - blast ...
... Sound like a seeking Mother's anxious call , Return , poor Child ! Home , weary Truant , home ! Thee , Chatterton ! these unblest stones protect From want , and the bleak freezings of neglect . Too long before the vexing Storm - blast ...
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... sound , Like thee with fire divine to glow ; - But ah ! when rage the waves of woe , Grant me with firmer breast to meet their hate , And soar beyond the storm with upright eye elate ! Ye woods ! that wave o'er Avon's rocky steep , To ...
... sound , Like thee with fire divine to glow ; - But ah ! when rage the waves of woe , Grant me with firmer breast to meet their hate , And soar beyond the storm with upright eye elate ! Ye woods ! that wave o'er Avon's rocky steep , To ...
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... sounds the Bard's bemudded lyre ; Nathless Revenge and Ire the Poet goad To pour his imprecations on the road . Curst road ! whose execrable way Was darkly shadow'd out in Milton's lay , When the sad fiends thro ' Hell's sulphureous ...
... sounds the Bard's bemudded lyre ; Nathless Revenge and Ire the Poet goad To pour his imprecations on the road . Curst road ! whose execrable way Was darkly shadow'd out in Milton's lay , When the sad fiends thro ' Hell's sulphureous ...
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... sounds that variously express , What's thine already - Happiness ! ' Tis thine the converse deep to hold With all the famous sons of old ; And thine the happy waking dream While Hope pursues some favorite theme , As oft when Night o'er ...
... sounds that variously express , What's thine already - Happiness ! ' Tis thine the converse deep to hold With all the famous sons of old ; And thine the happy waking dream While Hope pursues some favorite theme , As oft when Night o'er ...
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Alvar arms art thou Bathory beneath Bethlen blessed breast breath bright Butler Casimir child clouds Coun Countess Cuirassiers curse dare dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emerick Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle Glycine hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honor hope hour Illo Illyria Isid Isolani Jeremy Taylor Kiuprili lady Laska light live look Lord maid Maradas moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er Octavio once Ordonio Piccolomini Pilsen Prague pray Ques Questenberg round SCENE Sheep extra sigh silent sleep smile song soul spirit stars Swedes sweet sword tale tears tell Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine things thou art thought Twas twill Valdez voice Wallenstein wild words Wran youth
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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.