The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - Всего страниц: 420 |
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... force and fright , And tied me on a palfrey white . The palfrey was as fleet as wind , And they rode furiously behind . They spurred amain , their steeds were white ; And once we crossed the shade of night . As sure as Heaven shall ...
... force and fright , And tied me on a palfrey white . The palfrey was as fleet as wind , And they rode furiously behind . They spurred amain , their steeds were white ; And once we crossed the shade of night . As sure as Heaven shall ...
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... force together Thoughts so unlike each other ; To mutter and mock a broken charm , To dally with wrong that does no harm . Perhaps ' tis tender too and pretty At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity . And what ...
... force together Thoughts so unlike each other ; To mutter and mock a broken charm , To dally with wrong that does no harm . Perhaps ' tis tender too and pretty At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity . And what ...
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... force to start amid her feigned caress VICE , siren - hag ! in native ugliness ; A Brother's fate will haply rouse the tear , And on we go in heaviness and fear ! But if our fond hearts call to PLEASURE'S bower Some pigmy FOLLY in a ...
... force to start amid her feigned caress VICE , siren - hag ! in native ugliness ; A Brother's fate will haply rouse the tear , And on we go in heaviness and fear ! But if our fond hearts call to PLEASURE'S bower Some pigmy FOLLY in a ...
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... force from FAMINE the caress of Love ; May He shed healing on thy sore disgrace , He , the great COMFORTER that rules above ! X. SWEET Mercy ! how my very heart has bled To see thee , poor OLD MAN ! and thy gray hairs Hoar with the ...
... force from FAMINE the caress of Love ; May He shed healing on thy sore disgrace , He , the great COMFORTER that rules above ! X. SWEET Mercy ! how my very heart has bled To see thee , poor OLD MAN ! and thy gray hairs Hoar with the ...
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... force back Earth's free and stirring spirit that lies entranced . For what is Freedom , but the unfettered use Of all the powers which God for use had given ? But chiefly this , him First , him Last to view Through meaner powers and ...
... force back Earth's free and stirring spirit that lies entranced . For what is Freedom , but the unfettered use Of all the powers which God for use had given ? But chiefly this , him First , him Last to view Through meaner powers and ...
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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!