PoemsG.Bell & sons, 1888 |
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... Once framed a rich elixir of delight . A chalice o'er love - kindled flames he fixed , And in it nectar and ambrosia mixed : With these the magic dews , which evening brings , Brushed from the Idalian star by faery wings : Each tender ...
... Once framed a rich elixir of delight . A chalice o'er love - kindled flames he fixed , And in it nectar and ambrosia mixed : With these the magic dews , which evening brings , Brushed from the Idalian star by faery wings : Each tender ...
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... once more I seek the shade , Where peaceful virtue weaves the myrtle braid . And O ! if eyes whose holy glances roll , Swift messengers , and eloquent of soul ; If smiles more winning , and a gentler mien Than the love - wildered ...
... once more I seek the shade , Where peaceful virtue weaves the myrtle braid . And O ! if eyes whose holy glances roll , Swift messengers , and eloquent of soul ; If smiles more winning , and a gentler mien Than the love - wildered ...
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Gramercy ! they for joy did grin , And all at once their breath drew in , As they were drinking all . See ! see ! ( I cried ) she tacks no more ! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze , without a tide , She ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Gramercy ! they for joy did grin , And all at once their breath drew in , As they were drinking all . See ! see ! ( I cried ) she tacks no more ! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze , without a tide , She ...
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... once more I viewed the ocean green , And looked far forth , yet little saw Of what had else been seen- Like one , that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread , And having once turned round , walks on , And turns no more his head ...
... once more I viewed the ocean green , And looked far forth , yet little saw Of what had else been seen- Like one , that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread , And having once turned round , walks on , And turns no more his head ...
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... , And worked with yoke and chain , Was turned out on an April day , When fields are in their best array , And growing grasses sparkle gay At once with sun and rain . II . The grass was fine , the sun was. 116 SIBYLLINE LEAVES . Recantation.
... , And worked with yoke and chain , Was turned out on an April day , When fields are in their best array , And growing grasses sparkle gay At once with sun and rain . II . The grass was fine , the sun was. 116 SIBYLLINE LEAVES . Recantation.
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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.