The poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, ed. by D. and S. Coleridge |
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... swelling vest , And flutter my faint pinions on her breast ! On Seraph wing I'd float a Dream by night , To soothe my Love with shadows of delight : — Or soar aloft to be the Spangled Skies , And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes ! As ...
... swelling vest , And flutter my faint pinions on her breast ! On Seraph wing I'd float a Dream by night , To soothe my Love with shadows of delight : — Or soar aloft to be the Spangled Skies , And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes ! As ...
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... swelling , 0 ye blue - tumbling waves of the sea ? Not always in caves was my dwelling , Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree . Through the high - sounding halls of Cathlóma In the steps of my beauty I strayed ; The warriors beheld ...
... swelling , 0 ye blue - tumbling waves of the sea ? Not always in caves was my dwelling , Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree . Through the high - sounding halls of Cathlóma In the steps of my beauty I strayed ; The warriors beheld ...
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... swelling ; yet the heart Not owns it . From thy spirit - breathing powers I ask not now , my Friend ! the aiding verse , Tedious to thee , and from thy anxious thought Of dissonant mood . In fancy ( well I know ) From business wandering ...
... swelling ; yet the heart Not owns it . From thy spirit - breathing powers I ask not now , my Friend ! the aiding verse , Tedious to thee , and from thy anxious thought Of dissonant mood . In fancy ( well I know ) From business wandering ...
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... swelling of Ocean , they return to their native country . There , by the side of fountains beneath citron- groves , the lovers tell to their beloved what horrors , being men , they had endured from men . Fit instruments and best , of ...
... swelling of Ocean , they return to their native country . There , by the side of fountains beneath citron- groves , the lovers tell to their beloved what horrors , being men , they had endured from men . Fit instruments and best , of ...
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... Swelling its neck as she swelled hers ! I woke ; it was the midnight hour , The clock was echoing in the tower ; But though my slumber was gone by , This dream it would not pass away— It seems to live upon my eye ! And thence I vowed ...
... Swelling its neck as she swelled hers ! I woke ; it was the midnight hour , The clock was echoing in the tower ; But though my slumber was gone by , This dream it would not pass away— It seems to live upon my eye ! And thence I vowed ...
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Стр. 120 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: 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, The marks of that which once hath been.
Стр. 98 - The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Стр. 91 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Стр. 94 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 87 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Стр. 101 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit.
Стр. 102 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Стр. 85 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Стр. 91 - 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. 218 - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of Incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread Ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great Hierarch ! tell thou the silent Sky, And tell the Stars, and tell yon rising Sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises GOD.