The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - Всего страниц: 388 |
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... THEE , BOWLES ! FOR THOSE SOFT STRAINS · Pago 40 SONNET II AS LATE I LAY IN SLUMBER'S SHADOWY VALE 40 SONNET III . SONNET IV . SONNET V. SONNET VI . SONNET VII . SONNET VIII . HEARD NOT ALWAYS SHOULD THE TEAR'S AMBROSIAL DEW THOUGH ...
... THEE , BOWLES ! FOR THOSE SOFT STRAINS · Pago 40 SONNET II AS LATE I LAY IN SLUMBER'S SHADOWY VALE 40 SONNET III . SONNET IV . SONNET V. SONNET VI . SONNET VII . SONNET VIII . HEARD NOT ALWAYS SHOULD THE TEAR'S AMBROSIAL DEW THOUGH ...
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... thee stand With down - cast eyes ( a duteous band ) ! Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew . Sorceress of the ebon throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds in watery ...
... thee stand With down - cast eyes ( a duteous band ) ! Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew . Sorceress of the ebon throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds in watery ...
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... thee . And when , along the waves of woe , My harassed Heart was doomed to know The frantic burst of Outrage keen , And the slow Pang that gnaws unseen ; Then shipwrecked on Life's stormy sea I heaved an anguished Sigh for thee ! But ...
... thee . And when , along the waves of woe , My harassed Heart was doomed to know The frantic burst of Outrage keen , And the slow Pang that gnaws unseen ; Then shipwrecked on Life's stormy sea I heaved an anguished Sigh for thee ! But ...
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... thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And have I then one Friend ? " Innocent Foal ! thou poor despised Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother - spite of the fool's scorn ! And ...
... thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And have I then one Friend ? " Innocent Foal ! thou poor despised Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother - spite of the fool's scorn ! And ...
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... 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 trifles 26 TO AN INFANT . TO AN INFANT.
... 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 trifles 26 TO AN INFANT . TO AN INFANT.
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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. 116 - I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : • To him my tale I teach.
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. 199 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
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. 254 - O, struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Стр. 112 - 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 colours came.
Стр. 94 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The wedding-guest stood still, And listens like a three-years' child : The Mariner hath his will. The wedding-guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner : ' The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon ' — The wedding-guest here beat his breast, For he heard...
Стр. 115 - 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?
Стр. 284 - 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...