The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...William Pickering, 1828 |
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... LEAVES . Ode to the Departing Year ... France , an Ode ... Tears in Solitude Fire , Famine and Slaughter Love 131 139 144 155 161 .... 167 171 179 184 Lewti , or the Circassian Love Chaunt The Picture , or the Lover's Resolution ... The ...
... LEAVES . Ode to the Departing Year ... France , an Ode ... Tears in Solitude Fire , Famine and Slaughter Love 131 139 144 155 161 .... 167 171 179 184 Lewti , or the Circassian Love Chaunt The Picture , or the Lover's Resolution ... The ...
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... ray . What though she leave the sky unblest To mourn awhile the murky vest ? When she relumes her lovely Light , We BLESS the Wanderer of the Night . LINES ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING . O THOU Wild FANCY JUVENILE POEMS . 29.
... ray . What though she leave the sky unblest To mourn awhile the murky vest ? When she relumes her lovely Light , We BLESS the Wanderer of the Night . LINES ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING . O THOU Wild FANCY JUVENILE POEMS . 29.
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... leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve ! Tearful and saddening with the saddened blaze Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze : Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend , Till chill and damp the moonless ...
... leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve ! Tearful and saddening with the saddened blaze Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful gaze : Sees shades on shades with deeper tint impend , Till chill and damp the moonless ...
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... leave me with the matin hour , at most ! " As night - closed Floweret to the orient ray , 66 My sad heart will expand , when I the Maid survey . " But Love , who heard the silence of my thought , Contrived a too successful wile , I ween ...
... leave me with the matin hour , at most ! " As night - closed Floweret to the orient ray , 66 My sad heart will expand , when I the Maid survey . " But Love , who heard the silence of my thought , Contrived a too successful wile , I ween ...
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... waste and desolate than where The white bear , drifting on a field of ice , Howls to her sundered cubs with piteous rage And savage agony . SIBYLLINE LEAVES . I. POEMS OCCASIONED BY POLITICAL EVENTS OR 126 JUVENILE POEMS .
... waste and desolate than where The white bear , drifting on a field of ice , Howls to her sundered cubs with piteous rage And savage agony . SIBYLLINE LEAVES . I. POEMS OCCASIONED BY POLITICAL EVENTS OR 126 JUVENILE POEMS .
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Стр. 213 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Стр. 330 - 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. 289 - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful they are...
Стр. 328 - ... all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone had been cast, but alas! without the after restoration of the latter...
Стр. 100 - Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream ! The veiling clouds retire, And lo ! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
Стр. 329 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Стр. 103 - For all that meets the bodily sense I deem Symbolical, one mighty alphabet For infant minds ; and we in this low world Placed with our backs to bright reality, That we may learn with young unwounded ken The substance from its shadow.
Стр. 159 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Стр. 330 - I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Стр. 211 - As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought; entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.