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... hear no more of it ; not that their poems are better understood at present , than they were at their first publication ; but their fame is established ; and a critic would accuse himself of frigidity or inattention , who should profess ...
... hear no more of it ; not that their poems are better understood at present , than they were at their first publication ; but their fame is established ; and a critic would accuse himself of frigidity or inattention , who should profess ...
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... hear the merry din . " He holds him with his skinny hand , " There was a ship , " quoth he . " Hold off ! unhand me , grey - beard loon ! " Eftsoons his hand dropt he . He holds him with his glittering eye- The Wedding - Guest stood ...
... hear the merry din . " He holds him with his skinny hand , " There was a ship , " quoth he . " Hold off ! unhand me , grey - beard loon ! " Eftsoons his hand dropt he . He holds him with his glittering eye- The Wedding - Guest stood ...
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... hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man The bright - eyed Mariner . " And now the storm - blast came , and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings , And chased us south along . With sloping masts and dipping ...
... hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man The bright - eyed Mariner . " And now the storm - blast came , and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings , And chased us south along . With sloping masts and dipping ...
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... hear me : To him my tale I teach . What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The wedding - guests are there : But in the garden - bower the bride And bride - maids singing are : And hark the little vesper bell , Which biddeth me to ...
... hear me : To him my tale I teach . What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The wedding - guests are there : But in the garden - bower the bride And bride - maids singing are : And hark the little vesper bell , Which biddeth me to ...
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... hear the castle - bell Strike twelve upon my wedding - day . O mother dear ! that thou wert here ! I would , said Geraldine , she were ! But soon with altered voice , said she- ' Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! I have power to ...
... hear the castle - bell Strike twelve upon my wedding - day . O mother dear ! that thou wert here ! I would , said Geraldine , she were ! But soon with altered voice , said she- ' Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! I have power to ...
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Alvar arms beneath BILLAUD VARENNES blood brother BUTLER Christabel cloth gilt cloud Coleridge Coleridge's Coloured Illustrations Coun COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Edition Egra Emperor Engravings fair faithful father Fcap fear feelings French morocco Friedland gaze gentle gilt edges GUSTAVE DORÉ hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope Illo Isid ISOLANI lady light live look Lord maid MARADAS moon mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er OCTAVIO once ORDONIO pause Piccolomini poem POETICAL Prague QUESTENBERG Robespierre round Salisbury Square SCENE silent sleep song soul spirit stand stars Swedes sweet TALLIEN tears tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA thine thing THOMAS HOOD thou hast thought thyself traitor Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN wild words
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Seite 89 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man, Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 2 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
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. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.
Seite 16 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
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 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 14 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Seite 116 - Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
Seite 15 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Seite 93 - All impulses of soul and sense had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music, and the doleful tale, the rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, an undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, subdued and cherished long.