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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... mind demands amuse- ment , and can find it in employment alone but full of its late sufferings , it can endure no employment not in some measure connected with them . Forcibly to turn away our attention to general subjects is a painful ...
... mind demands amuse- ment , and can find it in employment alone but full of its late sufferings , it can endure no employment not in some measure connected with them . Forcibly to turn away our attention to general subjects is a painful ...
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... mind , in which he happens to peruse it . My poems have been rightly charged with a profusion of double - epithets , and a general turgidness . I have pruned the double - epithets with no sparing hand ; and used my best efforts to tame ...
... mind , in which he happens to peruse it . My poems have been rightly charged with a profusion of double - epithets , and a general turgidness . I have pruned the double - epithets with no sparing hand ; and used my best efforts to tame ...
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... Mind ....... 169 The Nightingale .... ..... 162 164 164 166 .... ....... 168 Frost at Midnight .... The Three Graves .. Dejection . An Ode . 173 176 178 190 1 PAGE 194 196 SIBYLLINE LEAVES . Ode to Georgiana CONTENTS . xi.
... Mind ....... 169 The Nightingale .... ..... 162 164 164 166 .... ....... 168 Frost at Midnight .... The Three Graves .. Dejection . An Ode . 173 176 178 190 1 PAGE 194 196 SIBYLLINE LEAVES . Ode to Georgiana CONTENTS . xi.
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... mind imbibes the ray , And vice reluctant quits th ' expected prey . Cease , thou lorn mother ! cease thy wailings drear ; Ye babes the unconscious sob forego ; Or let full gratitude now prompt the tear Which erst did sorrow force to ...
... mind imbibes the ray , And vice reluctant quits th ' expected prey . Cease , thou lorn mother ! cease thy wailings drear ; Ye babes the unconscious sob forego ; Or let full gratitude now prompt the tear Which erst did sorrow force to ...
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... mind ; Told every pang , with which thy soul must smart , Neglect , and grinning Scorn , and Want combined ! Recoiling quick , thou bad'st the friend of pain Roll the black tide of Death through every freezing vein ! O Spirit blest ...
... mind ; Told every pang , with which thy soul must smart , Neglect , and grinning Scorn , and Want combined ! Recoiling quick , thou bad'st the friend of pain Roll the black tide of Death through every freezing vein ! O Spirit blest ...
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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.