The poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, ed. by D. and S. Coleridge |
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... wind , O'er willowy meads and shadowed waters creeping , And Ceres ' golden fields ; -the sultry hind Meets it with brow uplift , and stays his reaping . GENEVIEVE . MAID of my Love , sweet Genevieve ! In Beauty's light you glide along ...
... wind , O'er willowy meads and shadowed waters creeping , And Ceres ' golden fields ; -the sultry hind Meets it with brow uplift , and stays his reaping . GENEVIEVE . MAID of my Love , sweet Genevieve ! In Beauty's light you glide along ...
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... wind grew high : One acorn they left , and no more might you spy . Next came a Raven , that liked not such folly : He belonged , they did say , to the witch Melancholy ! Blacker was he than blackest jet , Flew low in the rain , and his ...
... wind grew high : One acorn they left , and no more might you spy . Next came a Raven , that liked not such folly : He belonged , they did say , to the witch Melancholy ! Blacker was he than blackest jet , Flew low in the rain , and his ...
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... wind her voice to float , Lone whispering Pity in each soothing note ! Spirits of Love ! ye heard her name ! Obey The powerful spell , and to my haunt repair . Whether on clustering pinions ye are there , Where rich snows blossom on the ...
... wind her voice to float , Lone whispering Pity in each soothing note ! Spirits of Love ! ye heard her name ! Obey The powerful spell , and to my haunt repair . Whether on clustering pinions ye are there , Where rich snows blossom on the ...
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... winds the Minstrel * came . Light - hearted youth ! aye , as he hastes along , He meditates the future song , How dauntless Ella fray'd the Dacyan foe ; And while the numbers flowing strong In eddies whirl , in surges throng , Exulting ...
... winds the Minstrel * came . Light - hearted youth ! aye , as he hastes along , He meditates the future song , How dauntless Ella fray'd the Dacyan foe ; And while the numbers flowing strong In eddies whirl , in surges throng , Exulting ...
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... winds a broken song : Anon , upon some rough rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt - and gaze upon the waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ...
... winds a broken song : Anon , upon some rough rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt - and gaze upon the waves below . Poor Chatterton ! he sorrows for thy fate Who would have praised and loved thee , ere too late . Poor Chatterton ...
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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.