The poetical works of S.T. Coleridge, Band 2 |
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... 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 still , And listens like a ...
... 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 still , And listens like a ...
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... hold , that every possible thought and image is traditional ; who have no notion that there are such things as fountains in the world , small as well as great ; and who would therefore charitably derive every rill they behold flowing ...
... hold , that every possible thought and image is traditional ; who have no notion that there are such things as fountains in the world , small as well as great ; and who would therefore charitably derive every rill they behold flowing ...
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... holds the maiden in her arms , Seems to slumber still and mild , As a mother with her child . A star hath set , a star hath risen , O Geraldine ! since arms of thine Have been the lovely lady's prison . O Geraldine ! one hour was thine ...
... holds the maiden in her arms , Seems to slumber still and mild , As a mother with her child . A star hath set , a star hath risen , O Geraldine ! since arms of thine Have been the lovely lady's prison . O Geraldine ! one hour was thine ...
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... hold her train . The huntress is in her dress of green , - And forth they go ; she with her bow , Her buskins and her quiver ! — The squire no younger e'er was seen- With restless arm and laughing een , He makes his javelin quiver . And ...
... hold her train . The huntress is in her dress of green , - And forth they go ; she with her bow , Her buskins and her quiver ! — The squire no younger e'er was seen- With restless arm and laughing een , He makes his javelin quiver . And ...
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... hold-- His eyes are in his mind . What outward form and feature are He guesseth but in part ; But what within is good and fair He seeth with the heart . LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS . OB 78 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . To a ...
... hold-- His eyes are in his mind . What outward form and feature are He guesseth but in part ; But what within is good and fair He seeth with the heart . LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS . OB 78 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . To a ...
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Alhadra Alvar arms art thou babe bard Bathory behold beneath Bethlen bless breath brother Cain cavern child Christabel curse dare dark dastard dead dear death didst doth dream earth Emerick Enter Exit face fair faith fancy father fear gentle Geraldine Glycine guilt hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope Hush Illyria innocent Isid Isidore king land of mist Laska light live look Lord Casimir maid moon Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er Ordonio pray Raab Kiuprili Ragozzi rock Roland de Vaux round S. T. COLERIDGE Saints shield ship Sir Leoline sleep smile soul spake speak spirit stood strange sweet sword tale tears tell Teresa thee thine thing thou art thought traitor Twas voice wood youth Zapolya
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Seite 26 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk, With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk...
Seite 9 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Seite 14 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud ; And the sails did sigh like sedge : And the rain poured down from one black cloud The moon was at its edge.
Seite 13 - 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 2 - He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Seite 3 - Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — " The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Seite 23 - This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Seite 8 - 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 ! And still it neared and neared : As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered. With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried,...
Seite 27 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Seite 12 - And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. 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.