The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 pages |
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... sages in all writings are those in which the author developes his own feelings ? The sweet voice of Cona1 never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks 1 Ossian . of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man vi PREFACСЕ .
... sages in all writings are those in which the author developes his own feelings ? The sweet voice of Cona1 never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks 1 Ossian . of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man vi PREFACСЕ .
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... never thou dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic Fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and ...
... never thou dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic Fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and ...
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... never felt ! H EPIGRAM . OARSE Mævius reads his hobbling verse To all , and at all times ; And finds them both divinely smooth , His voice , as well as rhymes . Yet folks say " Mævius is no ass ; ' But Mævius makes it clear , That he's ...
... never felt ! H EPIGRAM . OARSE Mævius reads his hobbling verse To all , and at all times ; And finds them both divinely smooth , His voice , as well as rhymes . Yet folks say " Mævius is no ass ; ' But Mævius makes it clear , That he's ...
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... never fell ? Rest , injured Shade ! the poor man's grateful prayer On heaven - ward wing thy wounded soul shall bear . As oft at twilight gloom thy grave I pass , And sit me down upon its recent grass , With introverted eye I ...
... never fell ? Rest , injured Shade ! the poor man's grateful prayer On heaven - ward wing thy wounded soul shall bear . As oft at twilight gloom thy grave I pass , And sit me down upon its recent grass , With introverted eye I ...
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... never , Burke ! thou drank'st Corruption's bowl ! Thee stormy Pity and the cherished lure Of Pomp , and proud Precipitance of soul . Wildered with meteor fires . Ah Spirit pure ! That error's mist had left thy purged eye : So might I ...
... never , Burke ! thou drank'st Corruption's bowl ! Thee stormy Pity and the cherished lure Of Pomp , and proud Precipitance of soul . Wildered with meteor fires . Ah Spirit pure ! That error's mist had left thy purged eye : So might I ...
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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?