The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 pages |
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... Mother of Charity 351 On an Infant which died before Baptism 351 On Berkeley and Florence Coleridge ...... 352 Psyche 352 Love , Hope , and Patience in Education « Γνῶθι σεαυτὸν ! ” & c . 353 ... 354 66 Gently I took , " & c ... 354 ...
... Mother of Charity 351 On an Infant which died before Baptism 351 On Berkeley and Florence Coleridge ...... 352 Psyche 352 Love , Hope , and Patience in Education « Γνῶθι σεαυτὸν ! ” & c . 353 ... 354 66 Gently I took , " & c ... 354 ...
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... Mother of wildly - working visions ! hail ! I watch thy gliding , while with watery light Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil ; B And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud Behind. JUVENILE POEMS Genevieve Page Sonnet To the ...
... Mother of wildly - working visions ! hail ! I watch thy gliding , while with watery light Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil ; B And when thou lovest thy pale orb to shroud Behind. JUVENILE POEMS Genevieve Page Sonnet To the ...
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... mother ! cease thy wailings drear ; Ye babes ! the unconscious sob forego ; Or let full gratitude now prompt the tear Which erst did sorrow force to flow . Unkindly cold and tempest shrill In life's morn oft the traveller chill , But ...
... mother ! cease thy wailings drear ; Ye babes ! the unconscious sob forego ; Or let full gratitude now prompt the tear Which erst did sorrow force to flow . Unkindly cold and tempest shrill In life's morn oft the traveller chill , But ...
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... Mother's anxious call , Return , poor Child ! Home , weary Truant , home ! Thee , Chatterton ! these unblest stones protect From want , and the bleak freezings of neglect . Too long before the vexing Storm - blast driven Here hast thou ...
... Mother's anxious call , Return , poor Child ! Home , weary Truant , home ! Thee , Chatterton ! these unblest stones protect From want , and the bleak freezings of neglect . Too long before the vexing Storm - blast driven Here hast thou ...
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... Mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ! And thou had'st dashed it , at her soft command , But that Despair and Indignation rose , And ...
... Mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ! And thou had'st dashed it , at her soft command , But that Despair and Indignation rose , And ...
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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?