PoemsG.Bell & sons, 1888 |
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Стр. viii
... beneath , than as soar- ing above us . If any man expect from my poems the same easiness of style which he admires in a drinking - song , for him I have not written . Intel- ligibilia , non intellectum adfero . prosaic language , and an ...
... beneath , than as soar- ing above us . If any man expect from my poems the same easiness of style which he admires in a drinking - song , for him I have not written . Intel- ligibilia , non intellectum adfero . prosaic language , and an ...
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... Beneath chill Disappointment's shade , His weary limbs in lonely anguish laid ; And o'er her darling dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While " mid the pelting of that merciless storm , " Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famished form ...
... Beneath chill Disappointment's shade , His weary limbs in lonely anguish laid ; And o'er her darling dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While " mid the pelting of that merciless storm , " Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famished form ...
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... Beneath whose foliage pale Fanned by the unfrequent gale We shield us from the tyrant's mid - day rage . IV . Thither , while the murmuring throng Of wild - bees hum their drowsy song , By indolence and fancy brought , A youthful Bard ...
... Beneath whose foliage pale Fanned by the unfrequent gale We shield us from the tyrant's mid - day rage . IV . Thither , while the murmuring throng Of wild - bees hum their drowsy song , By indolence and fancy brought , A youthful Bard ...
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... beneath its pensive beam : For ' mid the quivering light ' tis ours to play , Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream . VIII . Welcome , Ladies ! to the cell Where the blameless Pixies dwell : But thou , sweet Nymph ! proclaimed our ...
... beneath its pensive beam : For ' mid the quivering light ' tis ours to play , Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream . VIII . Welcome , Ladies ! to the cell Where the blameless Pixies dwell : But thou , sweet Nymph ! proclaimed our ...
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... beneath the night - dew weeps And on the lake the silver lustre 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 ...
... beneath the night - dew weeps And on the lake the silver lustre 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 ...
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Albatross amid arms babe Bard 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 poem poor prayed Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothing 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. 293 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Стр. 227 - 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. 282 - They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining— They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between;— But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, 425 The marks of that which once hath been.
Стр. 271 - 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. 293 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Стр. 292 - But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover...
Стр. 90 - I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Стр. 228 - 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. 82 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved and could not feel my limbs, I was so light, almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed Ghost.
Стр. 75 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.