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Lines composed in the neighbourhood of Tinter " The Excursion " - " Sonnet on Westminster " Lines on the Death of Mr ... SONNETS .............................. .. ESSAY I. ESSAY II . POEMS OF HARTLEY COLERIDGE ...
Lines composed in the neighbourhood of Tinter " The Excursion " - " Sonnet on Westminster " Lines on the Death of Mr ... SONNETS .............................. .. ESSAY I. ESSAY II . POEMS OF HARTLEY COLERIDGE ...
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... ' dub and mire , Despising wind , and rain , and fire , Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet , Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet , Whiles glowering round wi ' prudent cares , Lest bogles 38 LECTURE TENTH .
... ' dub and mire , Despising wind , and rain , and fire , Whiles holding fast his guid blue bonnet , Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet , Whiles glowering round wi ' prudent cares , Lest bogles 38 LECTURE TENTH .
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... Sonnet on Westminster Bridge " - " Lines on the Death of Mr. Fox " - " Tribute to a favourite Dog " - " Simon Lee " - " Story of the Deserted Cottage " -His political poems— Conclusion . WE are now nearing the close of that glorious ...
... Sonnet on Westminster Bridge " - " Lines on the Death of Mr. Fox " - " Tribute to a favourite Dog " - " Simon Lee " - " Story of the Deserted Cottage " -His political poems— Conclusion . WE are now nearing the close of that glorious ...
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... sonnet on Westminster Bridge : - : - " Earth has not any thing to show more fair . Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty ; This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning ; silent ...
... sonnet on Westminster Bridge : - : - " Earth has not any thing to show more fair . Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty ; This city now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning ; silent ...
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... sonnet , com- posed on reading an account of what he charitably calls some misdoings in our land : - " Men of the Western World ! in Fate's dark book Whence this opprobrious leaf of dire portent ? Think ye your British ancestors forsook ...
... sonnet , com- posed on reading an account of what he charitably calls some misdoings in our land : - " Men of the Western World ! in Fate's dark book Whence this opprobrious leaf of dire portent ? Think ye your British ancestors forsook ...
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Seite 123 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 262 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Seite 118 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!
Seite 120 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Seite 260 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Seite 195 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 115 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Seite 33 - Unskilful he to note the card Of prudent lore, Till billows rage, and gales blow hard, And whelm him o'er! Such fate to suffering worth is...
Seite 113 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Seite 264 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.