The poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, ed. by D. and S. Coleridge |
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... thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The hermit - fountain of some dripping cell ! Pride of the Vale ! thy useful streams supply The scattered cots and peaceful hamlet nigh . The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks With infant ...
... thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The hermit - fountain of some dripping cell ! Pride of the Vale ! thy useful streams supply The scattered cots and peaceful hamlet nigh . The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks With infant ...
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... thine eye , And to quick laughter change this peevish cry ! Poor stumbler on the rocky coast of woe , Tutored by pain each source of pain to know ! Alike the foodful fruit and scorching fire Awake thy eager grasp and young desire ...
... thine eye , And to quick laughter change this peevish cry ! Poor stumbler on the rocky coast of woe , Tutored by pain each source of pain to know ! Alike the foodful fruit and scorching fire Awake thy eager grasp and young desire ...
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... thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless Cares , and smiling Courtesies . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy heart ...
... thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless Cares , and smiling Courtesies . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy heart ...
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... thine eye - beams dance Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry ! Writhes inly from the bosom - probing glance The Apostate by the brainless rout adored , As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword . SONNET VII . O WHAT a ...
... thine eye - beams dance Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry ! Writhes inly from the bosom - probing glance The Apostate by the brainless rout adored , As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword . SONNET VII . O WHAT a ...
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... thine Abdiel warnings on the train That sit complotting with rebellious pride ' Gainst her , who from the Almighty's bosom leapt With whirlwind arm , fierce Minister of Love ! Wherefore , ere Virtue o'er thy tomb hath wept , Angels ...
... thine Abdiel warnings on the train That sit complotting with rebellious pride ' Gainst her , who from the Almighty's bosom leapt With whirlwind arm , fierce Minister of Love ! Wherefore , ere Virtue o'er thy tomb hath wept , Angels ...
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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.