The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, Том 1W. Pickering, 1829 - Всего страниц: 353 |
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... flower . A third and heavier accusa- tion has been brought against me , that of obscurity ; but not , I think , with equal justice . An Author is obscure , when his conceptions are dim and imperfect , and his language incorrect , or ...
... flower . A third and heavier accusa- tion has been brought against me , that of obscurity ; but not , I think , with equal justice . An Author is obscure , when his conceptions are dim and imperfect , and his language incorrect , or ...
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... Flower of HOPE ! free Nature's genial child ! That didst so fair disclose thy early bloom , Filling the wide air with a rich perfume ! For thee in vain all heavenly aspects smil'd ; From the hard world brief respite could they win- The ...
... Flower of HOPE ! free Nature's genial child ! That didst so fair disclose thy early bloom , Filling the wide air with a rich perfume ! For thee in vain all heavenly aspects smil'd ; From the hard world brief respite could they win- The ...
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... flower's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues : Or sport amid the rosy gleam Soothed by the distant - tinkling team , While lusty Labour scouting sorrow Bids the Dame a glad good - morrow , Who jogs the accustomed road along ...
... flower's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues : Or sport amid the rosy gleam Soothed by the distant - tinkling team , While lusty Labour scouting sorrow Bids the Dame a glad good - morrow , Who jogs the accustomed road along ...
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... flower - caressing sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam By lonely OTTER's sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er 24 JUVENILE POEMS .
... flower - caressing sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam By lonely OTTER's sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er 24 JUVENILE POEMS .
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... , Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws , We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek ; And , haply , from the nectar - breathing Rose Extract a BLUSH for LOVE ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A 26 JUVENILE POEMS .
... , Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws , We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek ; And , haply , from the nectar - breathing Rose Extract a BLUSH for LOVE ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A 26 JUVENILE POEMS .
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amid anguish babe beneath blessed bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm cheek child clouds Dæmon dance dark dart dear deep dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE Earth Ellen Faery Queen fair Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gale gaze gentle gleam groans haply hast hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy Hope hour hues infant Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN Lady LEE Boo Lewti light limbs lonely Love Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind MONODY Moon mossy Mother murmur muse ne'er night o'er pale PATRICK SPENCE pause Peace PIXIES pleasure Poem poor rose round S. T. COLERIDGE Scorpion King shaping mind sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrows soul spirit stars stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine thou thought Throne toil trembling twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wing youth
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Стр. 320 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Стр. 319 - The Author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Стр. 319 - ... a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, 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. 245 - When he had better far have stretched his limbs Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell, By sun or moon-light, to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song And of his fame forgetful!
Стр. 229 - 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. 231 - With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain And strange calamity! Ah! slowly sink Behind the western ridge, thou glorious sun! Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb, Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds! Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves! And kindle, thou blue ocean! So my Friend Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood, Silent with swimming sense...
Стр. 250 - Inaudible as dreams ! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
Стр. 136 - Cairo's swamps of pestilence, Even so, my countrymen I have we gone forth And borne to distant tribes slavery and pangs, And, deadlier far, our vices, whose deep taint With slow perdition murders the whole man, His body and his soul!
Стр. 321 - twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Стр. 151 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.