The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeEdward Moxon, 1863 - 404 Seiten |
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... First Day's light , With stars , unseen before , spangling her robe of night . * War , a Fragment . John the Baptist , a Poem . Monody on John Henderson . Still soar , my Friend , those richer views among TO THE AUTHOR OF POEMS . 53.
... First Day's light , With stars , unseen before , spangling her robe of night . * War , a Fragment . John the Baptist , a Poem . Monody on John Henderson . Still soar , my Friend , those richer views among TO THE AUTHOR OF POEMS . 53.
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... stars True impress each of their creating Sire ! Yet nor high grove , nor many - coloured mead , Nor the green Ocean with his thousand isles , Nor the starred azure , nor the sovran Sun , E'er with such majesty of portraiture Imaged the ...
... stars True impress each of their creating Sire ! Yet nor high grove , nor many - coloured mead , Nor the green Ocean with his thousand isles , Nor the starred azure , nor the sovran Sun , E'er with such majesty of portraiture Imaged the ...
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... stars of Heaven Shot baleful influence , shall be cast to earth , Vile and down - trodden , as the untimely fruit Shook from the fig - tree by a sudden storm . Even now the storm begins : * each gentle name , Faith and meek Piety , with ...
... stars of Heaven Shot baleful influence , shall be cast to earth , Vile and down - trodden , as the untimely fruit Shook from the fig - tree by a sudden storm . Even now the storm begins : * each gentle name , Faith and meek Piety , with ...
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... stars , Shouts to himself , there first the Abbey - lights Seen in Neufchatel's vale ; now slopes adown The winding sheep - track vale - ward : when , behold In the first entrance of the level road An unattended team ! The foremost ...
... stars , Shouts to himself , there first the Abbey - lights Seen in Neufchatel's vale ; now slopes adown The winding sheep - track vale - ward : when , behold In the first entrance of the level road An unattended team ! The foremost ...
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... stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white ; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon , with one bright star Within the nether tip . One after one , by ...
... stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white ; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon , with one bright star Within the nether tip . One after one , by ...
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ancient Mariner arms babe Bard behold beneath Biographia Literaria bird blessed blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dance dark dear death deep DERWENT COLERIDGE doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feelings flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven holy Hope hour Jeremy Taylor Kubla Khan lady land of mist light limbs look Lord loud Love maid meek mind Monody Moon mother murmur Muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er Pixies poem poet prayed rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. Coleridge ship SHURTON sigh silent Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe sorrow soul spake spirit stars stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Seite 95 - 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. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Seite 145 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Seite 101 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Seite 144 - 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.
Seite 284 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Seite 99 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Seite 101 - Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Seite 107 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Seite 329 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Seite 254 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! but when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, 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.