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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... voice of Cona * never 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 ...
... voice of Cona * never 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 ...
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... Voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht ...
... Voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht ...
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... voice , those notes prolong . As sweet as when that voice with rapturous falls Shall wake the softened echoes of Heaven's Halls ! O ( have I sighed ) were mine the wizard's rod , Or mine the power of Proteus , changeful God ! A flower ...
... voice , those notes prolong . As sweet as when that voice with rapturous falls Shall wake the softened echoes of Heaven's Halls ! O ( have I sighed ) were mine the wizard's rod , Or mine the power of Proteus , changeful God ! A flower ...
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... voice , the lyre , their charms combine- Gay sparkles in the cup the generous wine ; Th ' inebriate dance - the fair frail nymph inspires , And Virtue vanquish'd - scorn'd — with hasty flight retires . But soon to tempt the pleasures ...
... voice , the lyre , their charms combine- Gay sparkles in the cup the generous wine ; Th ' inebriate dance - the fair frail nymph inspires , And Virtue vanquish'd - scorn'd — with hasty flight retires . But soon to tempt the pleasures ...
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... voice Thou bad'st Oppression's hireling crew rejoice Blasting with wizard spell my laurelled fame . Yet never , Burke ! thou drank'st Corruption's bowl ! Thee stormy Pity and the cherished lure Of Pomp , and proud Precipitance of soul ...
... voice Thou bad'st Oppression's hireling crew rejoice Blasting with wizard spell my laurelled fame . Yet never , Burke ! thou drank'st Corruption's bowl ! Thee stormy Pity and the cherished lure Of Pomp , and proud Precipitance of soul ...
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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.