The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Том 7Harper & brothers, 1858 |
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... fall ; And oft , in Fancy's saddest hour , my soul Averted shudders at the poisoned bowl . Now groans my sickening heart , as still I view Thy corse of livid hue ; Now indignation checks the feeble sigh , Or flashes through the tear ...
... fall ; And oft , in Fancy's saddest hour , my soul Averted shudders at the poisoned bowl . Now groans my sickening heart , as still I view Thy corse of livid hue ; Now indignation checks the feeble sigh , Or flashes through the tear ...
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... fall'n Archangel fierce Dar'd through the realms of Night to pierce , What time the Blood Hound lur'd by Human scent Thro ' all Confusion's quagmires floundering went . 1790 . Nor cheering pipe , nor Bird's shrill note Around thy ...
... fall'n Archangel fierce Dar'd through the realms of Night to pierce , What time the Blood Hound lur'd by Human scent Thro ' all Confusion's quagmires floundering went . 1790 . Nor cheering pipe , nor Bird's shrill note Around thy ...
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... falls The faded form of past delight recalls , What time the morning sun of Hope arose , And all was joy ; save when another's woes A transient gloom upon my soul imprest , Like passing clouds impictured on thy breast . Life's current ...
... falls The faded form of past delight recalls , What time the morning sun of Hope arose , And all was joy ; save when another's woes A transient gloom upon my soul imprest , Like passing clouds impictured on thy breast . Life's current ...
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... fall ! Through the swart air ( As pauses the tired Cossac's barbarous yell Of triumph ) on the chill and midnight gale Rises with frantic burst or sadder swell The dirge of murdered Hope ! while Freedom pale Bends in such anguish o'er ...
... fall ! Through the swart air ( As pauses the tired Cossac's barbarous yell Of triumph ) on the chill and midnight gale Rises with frantic burst or sadder swell The dirge of murdered Hope ! while Freedom pale Bends in such anguish o'er ...
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... falls on closing flowers the lunar beam : What time , in sickly mood , at parting day I lay me down and think of happier years ; Of Joys , that glimmered in Hope's twilight ray , Then left me darkling in a vale of tears . O pleasant ...
... falls on closing flowers the lunar beam : What time , in sickly mood , at parting day I lay me down and think of happier years ; Of Joys , that glimmered in Hope's twilight ray , Then left me darkling in a vale of tears . O pleasant ...
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Стр. 212 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam ; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Стр. 155 - GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD! God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD!
Стр. 154 - Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet 1 — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains...
Стр. 206 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Стр. 154 - 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, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing— there, As in her natural form, swelled...
Стр. 210 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Стр. 155 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Стр. 220 - Push on, push on!' Said the Hermit cheerily. " The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard.
Стр. 126 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, •** Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower.
Стр. 211 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.