The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - Всего страниц: 372 |
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... Muse 16 With Fielding's Amelia 17 On receiving an Account that his only Sister's Death was inevitable 18 On seeing a Youth affectionately welcomed by a Sister 18 Pain 19 Lines on an Autumnal Evening 19 The Rose 23 The Kiss ...
... Muse 16 With Fielding's Amelia 17 On receiving an Account that his only Sister's Death was inevitable 18 On seeing a Youth affectionately welcomed by a Sister 18 Pain 19 Lines on an Autumnal Evening 19 The Rose 23 The Kiss ...
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... muse , Lest kindred woes persuade a kindred doom : For oh ! big gall - drops , shook from Folly's wing , Have blackened the fair promise of my spring ; And the stern Fate transpierced with viewless dart The last pale Hope that shivered ...
... muse , Lest kindred woes persuade a kindred doom : For oh ! big gall - drops , shook from Folly's wing , Have blackened the fair promise of my spring ; And the stern Fate transpierced with viewless dart The last pale Hope that shivered ...
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... Muse on the sore ills I had left behind . SONGS OF THE PIXIES . THE PIXIES , in the superstition of Devonshire , are a race of beings invisibly small , and harmless or friendly to man . At a small distance from a village in that county ...
... Muse on the sore ills I had left behind . SONGS OF THE PIXIES . THE PIXIES , in the superstition of Devonshire , are a race of beings invisibly small , and harmless or friendly to man . At a small distance from a village in that county ...
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... MUSE . HO ' no bold flights to thee belong ; TH Tand the thy lays , with conscious fear , tho ' Shrink from Judgment's eye severe , Yet much I thank thee , Spirit of my song ! For , lovely Muse ! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul ...
... MUSE . HO ' no bold flights to thee belong ; TH Tand the thy lays , with conscious fear , tho ' Shrink from Judgment's eye severe , Yet much I thank thee , Spirit of my song ! For , lovely Muse ! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul ...
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... Muse ! the gayer part , To laugh with Pity at the crowds , that press Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Folly spun , Whose hues gay varying wanton in the sun . 1789 . WITH FIELDING'S AMELIA . VIRTUES and Woes alike too great for man ...
... Muse ! the gayer part , To laugh with Pity at the crowds , that press Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Folly spun , Whose hues gay varying wanton in the sun . 1789 . WITH FIELDING'S AMELIA . VIRTUES and Woes alike too great for man ...
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Albatross amid Antistrophe arms babe Bard beneath blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dance dark Dark Ladie dear deep doth dream earth fair fancy fear feel flowers gazed gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven HEXAMETER holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist light limbs listen look loud maid meek melancholy mind moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang Pixies poem prayed rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swelling tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil trembling twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Стр. 111 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Стр. 235 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Стр. 234 - The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan. They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman...
Стр. 190 - But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.
Стр. 144 - Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the Vale ! () struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars...
Стр. 159 - Friends, whom I never more may meet again, On springy heath, along the hill-top edge, Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, To that still roaring dell, of which I told; The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, And only speckled by the mid-day sun...
Стр. 227 - 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.
Стр. 225 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Стр. 232 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. "The selfsame moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.
Стр. 231 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs. Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is a curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse. And yet I could not die.