The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Том 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - Всего страниц: 299 |
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... 249 The Visit of the Gods 252 Elegy 253 The Destiny of Nations . 255 CHRISTABEL 272 KUBLA KHAN , or , A Vision in a Dream THE PAINS OF SLEEP 295 298 SHRDORSH JUVENILE POEMS . JUVENILE POEMS . GENEVIEVE . JAID CONTENTS . xiii.
... 249 The Visit of the Gods 252 Elegy 253 The Destiny of Nations . 255 CHRISTABEL 272 KUBLA KHAN , or , A Vision in a Dream THE PAINS OF SLEEP 295 298 SHRDORSH JUVENILE POEMS . JUVENILE POEMS . GENEVIEVE . JAID CONTENTS . xiii.
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... and waste and desolate than where The white bear , drifting on a field of ice , Howls to her sundered cubs with piteous rage And savage agony . CHRISTABEL . PREFACE .. THE first part of the following SIBYLLINE LEAVES . 271.
... and waste and desolate than where The white bear , drifting on a field of ice , Howls to her sundered cubs with piteous rage And savage agony . CHRISTABEL . PREFACE .. THE first part of the following SIBYLLINE LEAVES . 271.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. CHRISTABEL . PREFACE .. THE first part of the following poem was written in the year 1797 , at Stowey , in the county of Somerset . The second part , after my return from Germany , in the year 1800 , at ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. CHRISTABEL . PREFACE .. THE first part of the following poem was written in the year 1797 , at Stowey , in the county of Somerset . The second part , after my return from Germany , in the year 1800 , at ...
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... Christabel is not , properly speaking , irregular , though it may seem so from its being founded on a new principle : namely , that of counting in each line the accents , not the syllables . Though the lat- ter may vary from seven to ...
... Christabel is not , properly speaking , irregular , though it may seem so from its being founded on a new principle : namely , that of counting in each line the accents , not the syllables . Though the lat- ter may vary from seven to ...
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... Christabel , Whom her father loves so well , What makes her in the wood so late A furlong from the castle gate ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; Dreams that made her moan and leap , As on her bed she lay in ...
... Christabel , Whom her father loves so well , What makes her in the wood so late A furlong from the castle gate ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; Dreams that made her moan and leap , As on her bed she lay in ...
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Стр. 184 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Стр. 85 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze...
Стр. 230 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan; Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Стр. 90 - 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. 93 - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Стр. 229 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever 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. 87 - 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. 82 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival...
Стр. 275 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Стр. 279 - And now have reached her chamber door ; And now doth Geraldine press down The rushes of the chamber floor. The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. But they without its light can see The chamber carved so curiously, Carved with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's brain, For a lady's chamber meet : The lamp with twofold silver chain Is fastened to an angel's feet.