The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - Всего страниц: 372 |
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... poor Heart ! " ... XII . To the Author of the " Robbers " . 43 Lines , composed while climbing Brockley Coomb 43 Lines in the manner of Spencer 44 Imitated from Ossian 45 The Complaint of Ninathoma 46 Casimir ad Lyram 47 Imitated from ...
... poor Heart ! " ... XII . To the Author of the " Robbers " . 43 Lines , composed while climbing Brockley Coomb 43 Lines in the manner of Spencer 44 Imitated from Ossian 45 The Complaint of Ninathoma 46 Casimir ad Lyram 47 Imitated from ...
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... poor Child ! Home , weary Truant , home ! Thee , Chatterton ! these unblest stones protect From want , and the bleak freezings of neglect . Too long before the vexing Storm - blast driven Here hast thou found repose ! beneath this sod ...
... poor Child ! Home , weary Truant , home ! Thee , Chatterton ! these unblest stones protect From want , and the bleak freezings of neglect . Too long before the vexing Storm - blast driven Here hast thou found repose ! beneath this sod ...
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... Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshaped tomb ; But dare no longer on the sad theme muse , Lest ...
... Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshaped tomb ; But dare no longer on the sad theme muse , Lest ...
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... poor Raven's own His young ones were killed ; for they could not depart , And their mother did die of a broken heart . The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever ; And they floated it down on the course of the river . They sawed it ...
... poor Raven's own His young ones were killed ; for they could not depart , And their mother did die of a broken heart . The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever ; And they floated it down on the course of the river . They sawed it ...
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... Poor Ass ! thy master should have learnt to show Pity - best taught by fellowship of Woe ! For much I fear me that He lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And ...
... Poor Ass ! thy master should have learnt to show Pity - best taught by fellowship of Woe ! For much I fear me that He lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And ...
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Стр. 259 - 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.
Стр. 223 - 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. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Стр. 233 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Стр. 224 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Стр. 114 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Стр. 227 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye! When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. "At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Стр. 189 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Стр. 233 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Стр. 235 - 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. 242 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?