The Poetical and Dramtic Works of S.T. Coleridge


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Seite 82 - And if this be the science of the stars, I too, with glad and zealous industry, Will learn acquaintance with this cheerful faith. It is a gentle and affectionate thought, That in immeasurable heights above us, At our first birth, the wreath of love was woven, With sparkling stars for flowers.
Seite 293 - When towards evening rose a cloud of dust From the wood thitherward ; our vanguard fled Into the camp, and sounded the alarm. Scarce had we mounted, ere the Pappenheimers, Their horses at full speed, broke through the lines...
Seite 30 - A higher than the- warrior's excellence. In war itself war is no ultimate purpose. The vast and sudden deeds of violence, Adventures wild, and wonders of the moment, These are not they, my son, that generate The Calm, the Blissful, and the enduring Mighty...
Seite 34 - Tis ye that hinder peace, ye ! — and the warrior, It is the warrior that must force it from you. Ye fret the general's life out, blacken him, Hold him up as a rebel, and heaven knows What else still worse, because he spares the Saxons, And tries to awaken confidence in the enemy...
Seite 32 - Life, life, my father — My venerable father, life has charms Which we have ne'er experienced. We have been But voyaging along its barren coasts, Like some poor ever-roaming horde of pirates, That, crowded in the rank and narrow ship, House on the wild sea with wild usages, Nor know aught of the main land but the bays Where safeliest they may venture a thieves
Seite 163 - Thy letters patent of inauguration. For, to the uttermost moment that they can, This race still help themselves at cheapest rate With slavish souls, with puppets ! At the approach Of extreme peril, when a hollow image Is found a hollow image and no more, Then falls the power into the mighty hands Of Nature, of the spirit giant-born, Who listens only to himself...
Seite 80 - I stepped in ; and now The narrowing line of day-light, that ran after The closing door, was gone ; and all about me 'Twas pale and dusky night, with many shadows Fantastically cast. Here six or seven Colossal statues, and all kings, stood round me In a half-circle.
Seite 251 - Is it possible that that can be the right, The which thy tender heart did not at first Detect and seize with instant impulse ? Go, Fulfil thy duty ! I should ever love thee. Whate'er thou hadst chosen, thou wouldst still have acted Nobly and worthy of thee — but repentance Shall ne'er disturb thy soul's fair peace.
Seite 179 - Twas broad day, and Octavio stood before me. "My brother," said he, " do not ride to-day The dapple, as you're wont; but mount the horse Which I have chosen for thee. Do it, brother ! In love to me. A strong dream warn'd me so.
Seite 88 - The cloud doth gather, the greenwood roar, The damsel paces along the shore; The billows they tumble with might, with might; And she flings out her voice to the darksome night; Her bosom is swelling with sorrow; The world it is empty, the heart will die, There's nothing to wish for beneath the sky: Thou Holy One, call thy child away! I've lived and loved, and that was to-day— Make ready my grave-clothes to-morrow.

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