The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Band 7Harper & Brothers, 1854 |
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... thou found repose ! beneath this sod ! Thou ! O vain word ! thou dwell'st not with the clod ! Amid the shining Host of the Forgiven Thou at the JUVENILE POEMS . 19 Time, real and imaginary Monody on the Death of Chatterton 19-1.
... thou found repose ! beneath this sod ! Thou ! O vain word ! thou dwell'st not with the clod ! Amid the shining Host of the Forgiven Thou at the JUVENILE POEMS . 19 Time, real and imaginary Monody on the Death of Chatterton 19-1.
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... Thou Goddess ! thou inspir'st each throat ; ' Tis thou who pour'st the scritch owl note ! Transported hear'st thy children all Scrape and blow and squeak and squall , And while old Otter's steeple rings , Clappest hoarse thy raven wings ...
... Thou Goddess ! thou inspir'st each throat ; ' Tis thou who pour'st the scritch owl note ! Transported hear'st thy children all Scrape and blow and squeak and squall , And while old Otter's steeple rings , Clappest hoarse thy raven wings ...
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... thou shouldst dash it to the ground ? - No , thou shalt drink , and thou shalt know Her transient bliss , her lasting woe , Her maniac joys , that know no measure , And riot rude and painted pleasure ; — Till ( sad reverse ! ) the ...
... thou shouldst dash it to the ground ? - No , thou shalt drink , and thou shalt know Her transient bliss , her lasting woe , Her maniac joys , that know no measure , And riot rude and painted pleasure ; — Till ( sad reverse ! ) the ...
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... thou hast never felt ! DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILE . 1 . HEARD'ST thou yon universal cry , And dost thou linger still on Gallia's shore ? Go , Tyranny ! beneath some barbarous sky Thy terrors lost , and ruin'd power deplore ! What tho ...
... thou hast never felt ! DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILE . 1 . HEARD'ST thou yon universal cry , And dost thou linger still on Gallia's shore ? Go , Tyranny ! beneath some barbarous sky Thy terrors lost , and ruin'd power deplore ! What tho ...
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... THOU gentle Look , that didst my soul beguile , Why hast thou left me ? Still in some fond dream Revisit my sad heart , auspicious Smile ! As falls on closing flowers the lunar beam : What time , in sickly mood , at parting day I lay me ...
... THOU gentle Look , that didst my soul beguile , Why hast thou left me ? Still in some fond dream Revisit my sad heart , auspicious Smile ! As falls on closing flowers the lunar beam : What time , in sickly mood , at parting day I lay me ...
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Seite 213 - 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 240 - 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 skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are,— How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Seite 191 - On that green light that lingers in the west : I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Seite 243 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Seite 245 - I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot, and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Seite 248 - 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 232 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the...
Seite 238 - 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 238 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Seite 191 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!