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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... wish of Poets when their tongue Would teach to others ' bosoms , what so charms Their own . " PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION . There is one species of egotism which is truly disgusting ; not that which leads us to communicate our feelings to ...
... wish of Poets when their tongue Would teach to others ' bosoms , what so charms Their own . " PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION . There is one species of egotism which is truly disgusting ; not that which leads us to communicate our feelings to ...
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... wish to bless , From thee to commune with my heart ; From thee , dear Muse ! the gayer part , To laugh with Pity at the crowds , that press Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Folly spun , Whose hues gay varying wanton in the sun . 1789 ...
... wish to bless , From thee to commune with my heart ; From thee , dear Muse ! the gayer part , To laugh with Pity at the crowds , that press Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Folly spun , Whose hues gay varying wanton in the sun . 1789 ...
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... wish expand , And fair and bright Life's prospects seem , While Hope displays her cheering beam , And Fancy's vivid colorings stream , While Emulation stands me nigh The Goddess of the eager eye . With foot advanc'd and anxious heart ...
... wish expand , And fair and bright Life's prospects seem , While Hope displays her cheering beam , And Fancy's vivid colorings stream , While Emulation stands me nigh The Goddess of the eager eye . With foot advanc'd and anxious heart ...
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... wish my Sara's frowns to flee , And fain to her some soothing song would write , Lest she resent my rude discourtesy , Who vowed to meet her ere the morning light , But broke my plighted word - ah ! false and recreant wight ! Last night ...
... wish my Sara's frowns to flee , And fain to her some soothing song would write , Lest she resent my rude discourtesy , Who vowed to meet her ere the morning light , But broke my plighted word - ah ! false and recreant wight ! Last night ...
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... ! reject the thoughtless claim In pity to your Lover ! That thrilling touch would aid the flame , It wishes to discover . TO AN INFANT . АH ! cease thy tears and 66 JUVENILE POEMS . The Complaint of Ninathoma Imitated from the Welsh.
... ! reject the thoughtless claim In pity to your Lover ! That thrilling touch would aid the flame , It wishes to discover . TO AN INFANT . АH ! cease thy tears and 66 JUVENILE POEMS . The Complaint of Ninathoma Imitated from the Welsh.
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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!