The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Том 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - Всего страниц: 299 |
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... Peace The Sigh . Epitaph on an Infant Lines written at the King's Arms , Ross Lines to a beautiful Spring in a Village Lines on a Friend To a Young Lady Page 1 2 2 terton 3 8 12 14 15 18 19 20 Sonnet 1. My heart has thanked thee ...
... Peace The Sigh . Epitaph on an Infant Lines written at the King's Arms , Ross Lines to a beautiful Spring in a Village Lines on a Friend To a Young Lady Page 1 2 2 terton 3 8 12 14 15 18 19 20 Sonnet 1. My heart has thanked thee ...
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... Peace , And bid the heart - sick wanderer's anguish cease ! Thee , Chatterton ! yon unblest stones protect From want , and the bleak freezings of neglect . Escaped the sore wounds of affliction's rod , Meek at the throne of mercy , and ...
... Peace , And bid the heart - sick wanderer's anguish cease ! Thee , Chatterton ! yon unblest stones protect From want , and the bleak freezings of neglect . Escaped the sore wounds of affliction's rod , Meek at the throne of mercy , and ...
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... Peace smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy Mother's tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ! And ...
... Peace smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy Mother's tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ! And ...
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... peaceful freedom's undivided dale ; And we , at sober eve , would round thee throng , Hanging enraptured on thy stately song , And greet with smiles the young - eyed Poesy All deftly masked , as hoar antiquity . Alas , vain phantasies ...
... peaceful freedom's undivided dale ; And we , at sober eve , would round thee throng , Hanging enraptured on thy stately song , And greet with smiles the young - eyed Poesy All deftly masked , as hoar antiquity . Alas , vain phantasies ...
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... peace , and cheerfulness , and health Enriched me with the best of wealth . Ah fair delights ! that o'er my soul On memory's wing , like shadows , fly ! Ah flowers ! which joy from Eden stole While innocence stood smiling by ! - But ...
... peace , and cheerfulness , and health Enriched me with the best of wealth . Ah fair delights ! that o'er my soul On memory's wing , like shadows , fly ! Ah flowers ! which joy from Eden stole While innocence stood smiling by ! - But ...
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Albatross amid arms babe Bard Basil Hall beneath bird blessed blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dance dark dear deep dream earth fair fancy fear feelings flowers gale gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist light limbs look loud maid meek melancholy mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Peace Pixies pleasure poem poor prayed Roland de Vaux rose round ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stept strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil twas Twill vale voice ween wild wind wing youth
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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.