The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Juvenile poems. Sibylline leaves. The The rime of the ancient mariner : in seven parts. Christabel. Miscellaneous poems. Remorse : a tragedy, in five acts. Zapolya : a Christmas tale, in two parts. The Piccolomini, or, The first part of Wallenstein : a dramaHarper & Brothers, Franklin Square, 1853 |
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... of one wondrous whole ! This fraternizes man , this constitutes Our charities and bearings . But ' tis God Diffused through all , that doth make all one whole : This the worst superstition , him except Aught to desire 74 JUVENILE POEMS .
... of one wondrous whole ! This fraternizes man , this constitutes Our charities and bearings . But ' tis God Diffused through all , that doth make all one whole : This the worst superstition , him except Aught to desire 74 JUVENILE POEMS .
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... doth waste and languish ! Or where , his two bright torches blending , Love illumines manhood's maze ; Or where o'er cradled infants bending Hope has fixed her wishful gaze ; Hither , in perplexed dance , Ye Woes ! ye young - eyed Joys ...
... doth waste and languish ! Or where , his two bright torches blending , Love illumines manhood's maze ; Or where o'er cradled infants bending Hope has fixed her wishful gaze ; Hither , in perplexed dance , Ye Woes ! ye young - eyed Joys ...
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... doth leap , Muttering distempered triumph in her charmed sleep . IX . Away , my soul , away ! In vain , in vain the birds of warning sing- And hark ! I hear the famished brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away ...
... doth leap , Muttering distempered triumph in her charmed sleep . IX . Away , my soul , away ! In vain , in vain the birds of warning sing- And hark ! I hear the famished brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away ...
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... doth reel ; the very name of God Sounds like a juggler's charm ; and , bold with joy , Forth from his dark and lonely hiding - place , ( Portentous sight ! ) the owlet Atheism , Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon , Drops his blue ...
... doth reel ; the very name of God Sounds like a juggler's charm ; and , bold with joy , Forth from his dark and lonely hiding - place , ( Portentous sight ! ) the owlet Atheism , Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon , Drops his blue ...
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... doth Edmund stretch at ease , And while the lazy boat sways to and fro , Breathes in his flute sad airs , so wild and slow , That his own cheek is wet with quiet tears . But O , dear Anne ! when midnight wind careers , And the gust ...
... doth Edmund stretch at ease , And while the lazy boat sways to and fro , Breathes in his flute sad airs , so wild and slow , That his own cheek is wet with quiet tears . But O , dear Anne ! when midnight wind careers , And the gust ...
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Стр. 155 - 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. 235 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Стр. 261 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above, And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Стр. 234 - See! See! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Стр. 232 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. "And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Стр. 238 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. "Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Стр. 126 - 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. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Стр. 230 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Стр. 246 - 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...
Стр. 153 - BLANC! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity!