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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... Sleep . 214 Limbo .... 215 Ne plus ultra ...... 216 Apologetic Preface to Fire , Famine , and Slaughter ...... 217 THE ANCIENT MARINER . Part L ... IL . III .. IV .. V .. VI ... VIL . CHRISTABEL . Part I ....... Conclusion to Part I ...
... Sleep . 214 Limbo .... 215 Ne plus ultra ...... 216 Apologetic Preface to Fire , Famine , and Slaughter ...... 217 THE ANCIENT MARINER . Part L ... IL . III .. IV .. V .. VI ... VIL . CHRISTABEL . Part I ....... Conclusion to Part I ...
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... sleep , Babes , Children , Youths , and Men , Night following night for threescore years and ten ! But doubly strange , where life is but a breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged steep . Away , Grim Phantom ! Scorpion King ...
... sleep , Babes , Children , Youths , and Men , Night following night for threescore years and ten ! But doubly strange , where life is but a breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged steep . Away , Grim Phantom ! Scorpion King ...
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... sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along ; Or where , his silver waters smoothed to rest , The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast . VII . Hence thou lingerer ...
... sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along ; Or where , his silver waters smoothed to rest , The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast . VII . Hence thou lingerer ...
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... sleeping Infant's breath ; Meek were her manners as a vernal Eve . Knowledge , that frequent lifts the bloated mind , Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast , And Wit to venom'd Malice oft assign'd , Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's ...
... sleeping Infant's breath ; Meek were her manners as a vernal Eve . Knowledge , that frequent lifts the bloated mind , Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast , And Wit to venom'd Malice oft assign'd , Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's ...
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... sleeps , Amid the paly radiance soft and sad , She meets my lonely path in moon - beams clad . With her along the streamlet's brink I rove ; With her I list the warblings of the grove ; And seems in each low wind her voice to float ...
... sleeps , Amid the paly radiance soft and sad , She meets my lonely path in moon - beams clad . With her along the streamlet's brink I rove ; With her I list the warblings of the grove ; And seems in each low wind her voice to float ...
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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.