The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Life of the AuthorJohn Thomas Cox, 1836 - Всего страниц: 403 |
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... hast now put on , To make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this altered size ; - But springtide blossoms on thy lips , And tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! Life is but thought ...
... hast now put on , To make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this altered size ; - But springtide blossoms on thy lips , And tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! Life is but thought ...
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... hast stood , And join'd the yell of famine and of blood ! All nations curse thee : and with eager wond'ring Shall hear Destruction , like a vulture , scream ! Strange - eyed Destruction , who with many a dream Of central fires thro ...
... hast stood , And join'd the yell of famine and of blood ! All nations curse thee : and with eager wond'ring Shall hear Destruction , like a vulture , scream ! Strange - eyed Destruction , who with many a dream Of central fires thro ...
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... d in thought ; Here cheat thy cares ! in generous visions melt , And dream of Goodness , thou hast never felt ! LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE . ONCE LINES . 21 Epitaph on an Infant Lines, written at the King's Arms, Ross.
... d in thought ; Here cheat thy cares ! in generous visions melt , And dream of Goodness , thou hast never felt ! LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE . ONCE LINES . 21 Epitaph on an Infant Lines, written at the King's Arms, Ross.
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... hast thou left me ? Still in some fond dream Revisit my sad heart , auspicious Smile ! As falls on closing flowers the lunar beam : What time , in sickly mood , at parting day I lay me down and think of happier years ; Of Joys , that ...
... hast thou left me ? Still in some fond dream Revisit my sad heart , auspicious Smile ! As falls on closing flowers the lunar beam : What time , in sickly mood , at parting day I lay me down and think of happier years ; Of Joys , that ...
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... hast thou said and holily disprais'd These shapings of the unregenerate mind , Bubbles that glitter as they rise and break On vain Philosophy's aye - babbling spring . For never guiltless may I speak of Him , Th 44 LINES COMPOSED AT ...
... hast thou said and holily disprais'd These shapings of the unregenerate mind , Bubbles that glitter as they rise and break On vain Philosophy's aye - babbling spring . For never guiltless may I speak of Him , Th 44 LINES COMPOSED AT ...
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Стр. 185 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain. Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason!
Стр. 94 - 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. 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. 106 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company \~ To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay...
Стр. 88 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Стр. 97 - 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. 81 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, ' Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Стр. 98 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Стр. li - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Стр. 78 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Стр. 101 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.