The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - Всего страниц: 388 |
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... ARMS , ROSS 24 25 26 27 28 28 TO A FRIEND , TOGETHER WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM 29 TO THE NIGHTINGALE 81 LINES ON A FRIEND WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON 32 34 POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH- ( Continued . ) " SONNET.
... ARMS , ROSS 24 25 26 27 28 28 TO A FRIEND , TOGETHER WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM 29 TO THE NIGHTINGALE 81 LINES ON A FRIEND WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON 32 34 POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH- ( Continued . ) " SONNET.
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... arms , Nestling thy little face in that fond breast Whose anxious heavings lull thee to thy rest ! Man's breathing Miniature ! thou mak'st me sigh— A Babe art thou - and such a Thing am I ! To anger rapid and as soon appeased , For ...
... arms , Nestling thy little face in that fond breast Whose anxious heavings lull thee to thy rest ! Man's breathing Miniature ! thou mak'st me sigh— A Babe art thou - and such a Thing am I ! To anger rapid and as soon appeased , For ...
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... arms and cling to thee , Meek nurse of souls through their long infancy ! IMITATED FROM THE WELSH . IF , while my passion I impart , You deem my words untrue , O place your hand upon my heart— Feel how it throbs for you . Ah no ! reject ...
... arms and cling to thee , Meek nurse of souls through their long infancy ! IMITATED FROM THE WELSH . IF , while my passion I impart , You deem my words untrue , O place your hand upon my heart— Feel how it throbs for you . Ah no ! reject ...
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... ARMS , ROSS , FORMERLY THE HOUSE OF THE MAN OF ROSS . " RICHER than Miser o'er his countless hoards , Nobler than Kings , or king - polluted Lords , Here dwelt the Man of Ross ! O Traveller , hear ! Departed Merit claims a reverent tear ...
... ARMS , ROSS , FORMERLY THE HOUSE OF THE MAN OF ROSS . " RICHER than Miser o'er his countless hoards , Nobler than Kings , or king - polluted Lords , Here dwelt the Man of Ross ! O Traveller , hear ! Departed Merit claims a reverent tear ...
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... arms ) And of the heart those hidden maladies That shrink ashamed from even Friendship's eye . O ! I have woke at midnight , and have wept , Because she was not ! -Cheerily , dear Charles ! Thou thy best friend shalt cherish many a year ...
... arms ) And of the heart those hidden maladies That shrink ashamed from even Friendship's eye . O ! I have woke at midnight , and have wept , Because she was not ! -Cheerily , dear Charles ! Thou thy best friend shalt cherish many a year ...
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Стр. 96 - 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...
Стр. 107 - 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! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Стр. 108 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 144 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Стр. 112 - 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 rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colors came.
Стр. 254 - Thy habitation from eternity. 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought ! Entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, — So sweet we know not we are listening to it...
Стр. 94 - Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Стр. 104 - Beyond the shadow of the Ship, I watched the water-snakes; They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.
Стр. 96 - And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! "In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine.
Стр. 284 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.