The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, Band 1W. Pickering, 1829 - 353 Seiten |
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... close of day , PEACE smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy Mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned ...
... close of day , PEACE smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy Mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned ...
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... close Inhales the sweetness of the ROSE , And hovers o'er the uninjured Bloom Sighing back the soft perfume . Vigour to the Zephyr's wing Her nectar - breathing KISSES fling ; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the ROSE's hue ...
... close Inhales the sweetness of the ROSE , And hovers o'er the uninjured Bloom Sighing back the soft perfume . Vigour to the Zephyr's wing Her nectar - breathing KISSES fling ; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the ROSE's hue ...
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... Chained to a Log within a narrow spot Where the close - eaten Grass is scarcely seen , While sweet around her waves the tempting Green ! Poor Ass ! thy Master should have learnt to shew JUVENILE POEMS . 41 To a Young Ass To a Young Ass.
... Chained to a Log within a narrow spot Where the close - eaten Grass is scarcely seen , While sweet around her waves the tempting Green ! Poor Ass ! thy Master should have learnt to shew JUVENILE POEMS . 41 To a Young Ass To a Young Ass.
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... close allied : Till FRENZY , fierce - eyed child of moping pain , Darts her hot lightning flash athwart the brain . VOL . I. E Rest , injur'd shade ! Shall SLANDER squatting near Spit JUVENILE POEMS . 49 On a Friend who died of a Frenzy ...
... close allied : Till FRENZY , fierce - eyed child of moping pain , Darts her hot lightning flash athwart the brain . VOL . I. E Rest , injur'd shade ! Shall SLANDER squatting near Spit JUVENILE POEMS . 49 On a Friend who died of a Frenzy ...
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... close beneath the coverture A mother and her children - lifeless all , Yet lovely ! not a lineament was marred— Death had put on so slumber - like a form ! It was a piteous sight ; and one , a babe , The crisp milk frozen on its ...
... close beneath the coverture A mother and her children - lifeless all , Yet lovely ! not a lineament was marred— Death had put on so slumber - like a form ! It was a piteous sight ; and one , a babe , The crisp milk frozen on its ...
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amid anguish babe beneath blessed bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm cheek child clouds Dæmon dance dark dart dear deep dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE Earth Ellen Faery Queen fair Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gale gaze gentle gleam groans haply hast hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy Hope hour hues infant Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN Lady LEE Boo Lewti light limbs lonely Love Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind MONODY Moon mossy Mother murmur muse ne'er night o'er pale PATRICK SPENCE pause Peace PIXIES pleasure Poem poor rose round S. T. COLERIDGE Scorpion King shaping mind sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrows soul spirit stars stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine thou thought Throne toil trembling twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wing youth
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Seite 320 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Seite 319 - The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Seite 319 - ... a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone had been cast, but, alas! without the after restoration of the latter.
Seite 245 - When he had better far have stretched his limbs Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell, By sun or moon-light, to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song And of his fame forgetful!
Seite 229 - Friends, whom I never more may meet again, On springy heath along the hill-top edge, Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, To that still roaring dell, of which I told; The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, And only speckled by the mid-day sun...
Seite 231 - With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain And strange calamity! Ah! slowly sink Behind the western ridge, thou glorious sun! Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb, Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds! Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves! And kindle, thou blue ocean! So my Friend Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood, Silent with swimming sense...
Seite 250 - Inaudible as dreams ! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
Seite 136 - Cairo's swamps of pestilence, Even so, my countrymen I have we gone forth And borne to distant tribes slavery and pangs, And, deadlier far, our vices, whose deep taint With slow perdition murders the whole man, His body and his soul!
Seite 321 - twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Seite 151 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.