Poetical Works of Coleridge & Keats, Том 1Hurd, 1878 |
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... thee , the dark pillar not yet turned , Samuel Taylor Coleridge , ― Logician , Metaphysician , Bard ! How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still , entranced with admiration , ( while he weighed the disproportion ...
... thee , the dark pillar not yet turned , Samuel Taylor Coleridge , ― Logician , Metaphysician , Bard ! How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still , entranced with admiration , ( while he weighed the disproportion ...
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... thee ! But soon Reflection's power imprest A stiller sadness on my breast ; And sickly Hope with waning eye Was well content to droop and die : I yielded to the stern decree , Yet heaved a languid Sigh for thee ! And though in distant ...
... thee ! But soon Reflection's power imprest A stiller sadness on my breast ; And sickly Hope with waning eye Was well content to droop and die : I yielded to the stern decree , Yet heaved a languid Sigh for thee ! And though in distant ...
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... thee bread , And clap thy ragged coat , and pat thy head . But what thy dulled Spirits hath dismayed , That never thou dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is ...
... thee bread , And clap thy ragged coat , and pat thy head . But what thy dulled Spirits hath dismayed , That never thou dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is ...
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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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... thee , and the high bough mark , Within whose mild moon - mellowed foliage hid Thou warblest sad thy pity - pleading strains . O ! I have listened , till my working soul , Waked by those strains to thousand phantasies , Absorbed , hath ...
... thee , and the high bough mark , Within whose mild moon - mellowed foliage hid Thou warblest sad thy pity - pleading strains . O ! I have listened , till my working soul , Waked by those strains to thousand phantasies , Absorbed , hath ...
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Alvar arms babe BATHORY beneath Bethlen Biographia Literaria bless blest breast breath bright Casimir cavern Charles Lamb child Christ's Hospital Christabel clouds Coleridge Coleridge's curse dark dead dear death DERWENT COLERIDGE didst doth dream earth Emerick fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle GLYCINE groan haply hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope hour Illyria Isid Kiuprili Kubla Khan lady Laska laudanum light listen live look Lord maid mind MONODY moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er ORDONIO pain poem pray round S. T. Coleridge Sarolta sigh silent sleep smile song SONNET soul spirit stept strange sweet swell tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thing thou art thought truth Twas Valdez voice wild wing youth ZAPOLYA
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Стр. 162 - 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. 120 - 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. 122 - 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. 173 - 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. 131 - 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...
Стр. 174 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air...
Стр. 124 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Стр. 121 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Стр. 308 - 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. 138 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart.