The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 pages |
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... ray . Aye from the sultry heat We to the cave retreat O'ercanopied by huge roots intertwined With wildest texture , blackened o'er with age : Round them their mantle green the ivies bind , Beneath 10 JUVENILE POEMS .
... ray . Aye from the sultry heat We to the cave retreat O'ercanopied by huge roots intertwined With wildest texture , blackened o'er with age : Round them their mantle green the ivies bind , Beneath 10 JUVENILE POEMS .
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Round them their mantle green the ivies bind , Beneath whose foliage pale Fanned by the unfrequent gale We shield us from the Tyrant's mid - day rage . IV . Thither , while the murmuring throng Of wild - bees hum ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Round them their mantle green the ivies bind , Beneath whose foliage pale Fanned by the unfrequent gale We shield us from the Tyrant's mid - day rage . IV . Thither , while the murmuring throng Of wild - bees hum ...
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... Green ! Poor Ass ! thy master should have learnt to show Pity - best taught by fellowship of Woe ! For much I fear me that He lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say ...
... Green ! Poor Ass ! thy master should have learnt to show Pity - best taught by fellowship of Woe ! For much I fear me that He lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say ...
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... green plots o'er precipices browse : From the deep fissures of the naked rock The Yewtree bursts ! Beneath its dark green boughs ( Mid which the May - thorn blends its blossoms JUVENILE POEMS . 43 To the Author of the "Robbers" Lines ...
... green plots o'er precipices browse : From the deep fissures of the naked rock The Yewtree bursts ! Beneath its dark green boughs ( Mid which the May - thorn blends its blossoms JUVENILE POEMS . 43 To the Author of the "Robbers" Lines ...
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... green and rude , Peep'd at the rose's side . IX . It chanced , I pass'd again that way , In autumn's latest hour , And wond'ring saw the selfsame spray Rich with the selfsame flower . X. Ah , fond deceit ! the rude green bud , Alike in ...
... green and rude , Peep'd at the rose's side . IX . It chanced , I pass'd again that way , In autumn's latest hour , And wond'ring saw the selfsame spray Rich with the selfsame flower . X. Ah , fond deceit ! the rude green bud , Alike in ...
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Page 259 - 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.
Page 223 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Page 233 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Page 224 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 114 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Page 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.
Page 189 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Page 233 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 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!
Page 242 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?