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When human ruin choked the streams , And ever , when the dream of night Fell in
conquest's glutted hour , Renews the phantom to my sight , ' Mid women's shrieks
and infants ' screams ! Cold sweat - drops gather on my limbs ; Spirits of the ...
When human ruin choked the streams , And ever , when the dream of night Fell in
conquest's glutted hour , Renews the phantom to my sight , ' Mid women's shrieks
and infants ' screams ! Cold sweat - drops gather on my limbs ; Spirits of the ...
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I would it were your true delight You , O ye wingless Airs ! that creep between To
sleep by day and wake all night . The rigid stems of heath and bitten furze , Within
whose scanty shade , at summer - noon , I know the place where Lewti lies ...
I would it were your true delight You , O ye wingless Airs ! that creep between To
sleep by day and wake all night . The rigid stems of heath and bitten furze , Within
whose scanty shade , at summer - noon , I know the place where Lewti lies ...
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Through yonder coppice - wood Not to thee , Needs must the pathway turn , that
leads straightway O wild and desert Stream ! belongs this tale : On to her father's
house . She is alone ! Gloomy and dark art thou — the crowded firs The night ...
Through yonder coppice - wood Not to thee , Needs must the pathway turn , that
leads straightway O wild and desert Stream ! belongs this tale : On to her father's
house . She is alone ! Gloomy and dark art thou — the crowded firs The night ...
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O struggling with the darkness all the night , And visited all night by troops of stars
, III . MEDITATIVE POEMS , Or when they climb the sky or when they sink :
Companion of the Morning - Star at dawn , IN BLANK VERSE . Thyself earth's
rosy ...
O struggling with the darkness all the night , And visited all night by troops of stars
, III . MEDITATIVE POEMS , Or when they climb the sky or when they sink :
Companion of the Morning - Star at dawn , IN BLANK VERSE . Thyself earth's
rosy ...
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Then ( last strain ) Pick ihe rank henbane and the dusky flowers Of Duty , chosen
laws controlling choice , Of night - shade , or its red and tempting fruit . Action and
Joy An orphic song indeed , These with stopp'd nostril and glove - guarded ...
Then ( last strain ) Pick ihe rank henbane and the dusky flowers Of Duty , chosen
laws controlling choice , Of night - shade , or its red and tempting fruit . Action and
Joy An orphic song indeed , These with stopp'd nostril and glove - guarded ...
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Стр. 210 - I bear light shades for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again 1 dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Стр. 212 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow The world should listen then — as I am listening now.
Стр. 62 - But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made ; Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade.
Стр. 211 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Стр. 65 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Стр. 211 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Стр. 205 - So sweet, the sense faints picturing them ! Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves...
Стр. 205 - ODE TO THE WEST WIND O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow...
Стр. 212 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Стр. 211 - Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea...
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| Название | The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume |
| Автор | Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Издатель | John Grigg, 1831 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Нью-Йоркская публичная библиотека |
| Оцифровано | 2 янв 2007 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 607 |
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