The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Juvenile poems. Sibylline leaves. The The rime of the ancient mariner : in seven parts. Christabel. Miscellaneous poems. Remorse : a tragedy, in five acts. Zapolya : a Christmas tale, in two parts. The Piccolomini, or, The first part of Wallenstein : a dramaHarper & Brothers, Franklin Square, 1853 |
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... Heart has Thanked thee , Bowles " .... II . " As late I lay in Slumber's Shadowy Vale " . III . " Though roused by that dark vizir Riot rude ” . IV . " When British Freedom from a Happier Land " . V. " It was some Spirit , Sheridan ...
... Heart has Thanked thee , Bowles " .... II . " As late I lay in Slumber's Shadowy Vale " . III . " Though roused by that dark vizir Riot rude ” . IV . " When British Freedom from a Happier Land " . V. " It was some Spirit , Sheridan ...
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... Heart ! this bootless moan : Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown Shall yet return , by Absence crowned , And scatter livelier roses round . The Sun who ne'er remits his fires On heedless eyes may pour the day : The Moon , that oft from ...
... Heart ! this bootless moan : Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown Shall yet return , by Absence crowned , And scatter livelier roses round . The Sun who ne'er remits his fires On heedless eyes may pour the day : The Moon , that oft from ...
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... heart destin'd for another blow ? O my sweet sister ! and must thou too die ? ' Ah ! how has Disappointment pour'd the tear O'er infant Hope destroy'd by early frost ! How are ye gone , whom most my soul held dear ! Scarce had I lov'd ...
... heart destin'd for another blow ? O my sweet sister ! and must thou too die ? ' Ah ! how has Disappointment pour'd the tear O'er infant Hope destroy'd by early frost ! How are ye gone , whom most my soul held dear ! Scarce had I lov'd ...
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... heart Feels the keen pang , th ' unutterable distress . Yet wherefore grieve I that her sorrows cease , For Life was Misery , and the Grave is Peace ! THE SAME . I TOO a sister had , an only sister ; — She lov'd me dearly and I doted on ...
... heart Feels the keen pang , th ' unutterable distress . Yet wherefore grieve I that her sorrows cease , For Life was Misery , and the Grave is Peace ! THE SAME . I TOO a sister had , an only sister ; — She lov'd me dearly and I doted on ...
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... heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy heart they withered ! Such chill dew Wan Indolence on each young blossom shed ; And Vanity her filmy net - work spread , With that rolled around in asking gaze , eye And tongue that trafficked ...
... heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy heart they withered ! Such chill dew Wan Indolence on each young blossom shed ; And Vanity her filmy net - work spread , With that rolled around in asking gaze , eye And tongue that trafficked ...
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Alvar arms art thou babe Bathory beneath Bethlen blessed breast bright Butler Casimir child clouds Coun Countess Cuirassiers curse dare dark dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emerick Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle Glycine groan hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honor hope hour Illo Illyria Isid Isolani Jeremy Taylor Kiuprili lady Laska light live look Lord maid Maradas moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er Octavio once Ordonio pause Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Questenberg round SCENE sigh silent sleep smile song soul spirit stand stars stept strange Swedes sweet sword tale tears tell Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine things thou art thought Twas Valdez voice Wallenstein wild words Wran youth
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Seite 155 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Seite 235 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Seite 261 - 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 234 - See! See! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
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 mariners
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 126 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Seite 230 - The Sun came up upon the left, 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 246 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
Seite 153 - BLANC! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity!