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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... round . Why then write Sonnets or Monodies ? Because they give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amuse- ment , and can find it in employment alone : but full of ...
... round . Why then write Sonnets or Monodies ? Because they give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amuse- ment , and can find it in employment alone : but full of ...
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... round spaces on the Tombstone . Constancy to an Ideal Object .. The Suicide's Argument ... The Blossoming of the solitary Date Tree ..... From the German ... 285 286 287 289 292 294 294 ... 295 296 .. 297 Fancy in Nubibus ..... The Two ...
... round spaces on the Tombstone . Constancy to an Ideal Object .. The Suicide's Argument ... The Blossoming of the solitary Date Tree ..... From the German ... 285 286 287 289 292 294 294 ... 295 296 .. 297 Fancy in Nubibus ..... The Two ...
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... Round which the screaming sea - gulls soar , With wild unequal steps he passed along , Oft pouring on the winds a broken song : Anon , upon some rough rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt — and gaze upon the waves below . Poor ...
... Round which the screaming sea - gulls soar , With wild unequal steps he passed along , Oft pouring on the winds a broken song : Anon , upon some rough rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt — and gaze upon the waves below . Poor ...
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... round thee throng , Would hang , enraptured , on thy stately song , And greet with smiles the young - eyed Poesy All deftly masked , as hoar Antiquity . Alas , vain Phantasies ! the fleeting brood Of Woe self - solaced in her dreamy ...
... round thee throng , Would hang , enraptured , on thy stately song , And greet with smiles the young - eyed Poesy All deftly masked , as hoar Antiquity . Alas , vain Phantasies ! the fleeting brood Of Woe self - solaced in her dreamy ...
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... round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely sculptured name To pensive Memory dear ! Weaving gay dreams of sunny - tinctured hue We glance before his view : O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witcheries shed And twine the future garland round ...
... round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely sculptured name To pensive Memory dear ! Weaving gay dreams of sunny - tinctured hue We glance before his view : O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witcheries shed And twine the future garland round ...
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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!