The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - Всего страниц: 420 |
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Стр. xvi
... command over him , the rational in religious matters became more and more barren , and he arrived , as every one must have expected , at an active faith in the Divinity of Christ as the second person of the Trinity . Still it was an ...
... command over him , the rational in religious matters became more and more barren , and he arrived , as every one must have expected , at an active faith in the Divinity of Christ as the second person of the Trinity . Still it was an ...
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... command The service of Sir Leoline ; And gladly our stout chivalry Will he send forth and friends withall To guide and guard you safe and free Home to your noble father's hall . She rose and forth with steps they passed That strovad to ...
... command The service of Sir Leoline ; And gladly our stout chivalry Will he send forth and friends withall To guide and guard you safe and free Home to your noble father's hall . She rose and forth with steps they passed That strovad to ...
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... command , But that DESPAIR and INDIGNATION rose , And told again the story of thy woes ; Told the keen insult of the unfeeling heart ; The dread dependence on the low - born mind ; Told every pang , with which thy soul must smart ...
... command , But that DESPAIR and INDIGNATION rose , And told again the story of thy woes ; Told the keen insult of the unfeeling heart ; The dread dependence on the low - born mind ; Told every pang , with which thy soul must smart ...
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... command , Loiters , the long - filled pitcher in her hand . Unboastful Stream ! thy fount with pebbled falls The faded form of past delight recalls , What time the morning sun of Hope arose , And all was joy ; save when another's woes A ...
... command , Loiters , the long - filled pitcher in her hand . Unboastful Stream ! thy fount with pebbled falls The faded form of past delight recalls , What time the morning sun of Hope arose , And all was joy ; save when another's woes A ...
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... command , and in some instances under the very eye of the Duke of Lauderdale , and of that wretched bigot who afterwards dishonoured and forfeited the throne of Great Britain ? Or do we not rather feel and understand , that these ...
... command , and in some instances under the very eye of the Duke of Lauderdale , and of that wretched bigot who afterwards dishonoured and forfeited the throne of Great Britain ? Or do we not rather feel and understand , that these ...
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Стр. 156 - 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!
Стр. 15 - 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.
Стр. 1 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Стр. 31 - 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 ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Стр. 146 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy...
Стр. 8 - 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 sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Стр. 3 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Стр. xxx - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Стр. 11 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The...
Стр. 12 - 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!