PoemsG.Bell & sons, 1888 |
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... gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flashed upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of day , Peace smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade ...
... gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flashed upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of day , Peace smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade ...
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... gaze upon the waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshaped tomb ; But dare no longer on ...
... gaze upon the waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshaped tomb ; But dare no longer on ...
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... Gazing with tearful eye , As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely - sculptured name To pensive Memory dear ! Weaving gay dreams of sunny - tinctured hue We glance before his view : O'er his hushed soul our soothing witcheries shed ...
... Gazing with tearful eye , As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely - sculptured name To pensive Memory dear ! Weaving gay dreams of sunny - tinctured hue We glance before his view : O'er his hushed soul our soothing witcheries shed ...
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... gaze upon her with a thousand eyes ! As when the savage , who his drowsy frame Had basked beneath the sun's unclouded flame , Awakes amid the troubles of the air , The skiey deluge , and white lightning's glare- Aghast he scours before ...
... gaze upon her with a thousand eyes ! As when the savage , who his drowsy frame Had basked beneath the sun's unclouded flame , Awakes amid the troubles of the air , The skiey deluge , and white lightning's glare- Aghast he scours before ...
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... gaze : Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend , Till chill and damp the moonless night descend . THE ROSE . S late each flower that sweetest blows I plucked , the garden's pride ! Within the petals of a rose A sleeping Love I ...
... gaze : Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend , Till chill and damp the moonless night descend . THE ROSE . S late each flower that sweetest blows I plucked , the garden's pride ! Within the petals of a rose A sleeping Love I ...
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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.