The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Том 7Harper & Brothers, 1854 |
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... thee stood Affection meek ( Her bosom bare , and wildly pale her cheek ) Thy sullen gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flashed upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of ...
... thee stood Affection meek ( Her bosom bare , and wildly pale her cheek ) Thy sullen gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flashed upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of ...
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... thee , the lyre to sound , Like thee with fire divine to glow ; — But ah ! when rage the waves of woe , Grant me with firmer breast to meet their hate , And soar beyond the storm with upright eye elate ! Ye woods ! that wave o'er Avon's ...
... thee , the lyre to sound , Like thee with fire divine to glow ; — But ah ! when rage the waves of woe , Grant me with firmer breast to meet their hate , And soar beyond the storm with upright eye elate ! Ye woods ! that wave o'er Avon's ...
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... thee · - for such thy earthly name- What name so high , but what too low must be ? Comets , when most they drink the solar flame Are but faint types and images of thee ! Burn madly Fire ! o'er earth in ravage run , Then blush for shame ...
... thee · - for such thy earthly name- What name so high , but what too low must be ? Comets , when most they drink the solar flame Are but faint types and images of thee ! Burn madly Fire ! o'er earth in ravage run , Then blush for shame ...
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... thee belong ; And tho ' thy lays with conscious fear , Shrink from Judgment's eye severe , Yet much I thank thee , Spirit of my song !, For , lovely Muse ! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul , refines my breast , Gives each pure pleasure ...
... thee belong ; And tho ' thy lays with conscious fear , Shrink from Judgment's eye severe , Yet much I thank thee , Spirit of my song !, For , lovely Muse ! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul , refines my breast , Gives each pure pleasure ...
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... thee Brother - spite of the fool's scorn ! And fain would take thee with me , in the Dell Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell , Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride , And Laughter tickle Plenty's ribless side ! How thou ...
... thee Brother - spite of the fool's scorn ! And fain would take thee with me , in the Dell Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell , Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride , And Laughter tickle Plenty's ribless side ! How thou ...
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Стр. 213 - 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. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Стр. 240 - 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 skylark 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. 191 - On that green light that lingers in the west : I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Стр. 243 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Стр. 245 - I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot, and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Стр. 248 - 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. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 238 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Стр. 191 - 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!