The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 pages |
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... she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flashed upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of day , Peace smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; 6 JUVENILE POEMS .
... she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flashed upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of day , Peace smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; 6 JUVENILE POEMS .
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Peace smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy Mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Peace smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy Mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the ...
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... listen to the enamoured rustic's talk ; Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast , Where young - eyed Loves have hid their turtle nest ; Or guide of soul - subduing power The glance , that from the half - confessing eye JUVENILE ...
... listen to the enamoured rustic's talk ; Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast , Where young - eyed Loves have hid their turtle nest ; Or guide of soul - subduing power The glance , that from the half - confessing eye JUVENILE ...
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... Listening meanwhile the echoings of my feet , Lingering I quit you , with as great a pang , As when ere while , my weeping childhood , torn By early sorrow from my native seat , Mingled its tears with hers - my widowed Parent lorn . TO ...
... Listening meanwhile the echoings of my feet , Lingering I quit you , with as great a pang , As when ere while , my weeping childhood , torn By early sorrow from my native seat , Mingled its tears with hers - my widowed Parent lorn . TO ...
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... listen to the drowsy cry of watchmen , Those hoarse , unfeathered nightingales of time ! How many wretched bards address thy name , And her's , the full - orbed queen , that shines above , But I do hear thee , and the high bough ...
... listen to the drowsy cry of watchmen , Those hoarse , unfeathered nightingales of time ! How many wretched bards address thy name , And her's , the full - orbed queen , that shines above , But I do hear thee , and the high bough ...
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Albatross amid arms babe bard beneath bird blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dark Dark Ladie dear death deep doth dream Earth fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist Lewti light limbs look loud maid meek mind moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang PATRICK SPENCE POEMS pray rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shadow ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought toil tree trembling Twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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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?