The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, Том 48Bell and Daldy, 1864 - Всего страниц: 299 |
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... light you glide along : Your is like the star of eve , eye And sweet your voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a voice there lives ! It bids you hear the ...
... light you glide along : Your is like the star of eve , eye And sweet your voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a voice there lives ! It bids you hear the ...
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... light Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil ; And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud Behind the gathered blackness lost on high ; And when thou dartest from the wind - rent cloud Thy placid lightning o'er the awakened sky ...
... light Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil ; And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud Behind the gathered blackness lost on high ; And when thou dartest from the wind - rent cloud Thy placid lightning o'er the awakened sky ...
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... Light - hearted youth ! he hastes along , And meditates the future song , How dauntless Ella frayed the Dacyan foes ; See , as floating high in air Glitter the sunny visions fair , His eyes dance rapture , and his bosom glows ! Yes ...
... Light - hearted youth ! he hastes along , And meditates the future song , How dauntless Ella frayed the Dacyan foes ; See , as floating high in air Glitter the sunny visions fair , His eyes dance rapture , and his bosom glows ! Yes ...
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... light - flashing o'er thy face ? Youth of tumultuous soul , and haggard eye ! Thy wasted form , thy hurried steps I view , On thy cold forehead starts the anguished dew : And dreadful was that bosom - rending sigh ! Such were the ...
... light - flashing o'er thy face ? Youth of tumultuous soul , and haggard eye ! Thy wasted form , thy hurried steps I view , On thy cold forehead starts the anguished dew : And dreadful was that bosom - rending sigh ! Such were the ...
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... light , We sip the furze - flower's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues : Richer than the deepened bloom That glows on summer's scented plume ; Or sport amid the rosy gleam Soothed by the distant ∞ JUVENILE POEMS . Songs of the ...
... light , We sip the furze - flower's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues : Richer than the deepened bloom That glows on summer's scented plume ; Or sport amid the rosy gleam Soothed by the distant ∞ JUVENILE POEMS . Songs of the ...
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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.