The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. S. Francis & Company, 1848 - 384 pages |
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... strange , where life is but a breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged steep // Away , Grim Phantom ! Scorpion King , away ! Reserve thy terrors and thy stings display For coward Wealth and Guilt in robes of State ! Lo ! by the ...
... strange , where life is but a breath To sigh and pant with , up Want's rugged steep // Away , Grim Phantom ! Scorpion King , away ! Reserve thy terrors and thy stings display For coward Wealth and Guilt in robes of State ! Lo ! by the ...
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... man , Their mild and manliest melancholy lent A mingled charm , such as the pang consigned To slumber , though the big tear it renewed ; Bidding a strange mysterious Pleasure brood Over the wavy and 48 JUVENILE POEMS .
... man , Their mild and manliest melancholy lent A mingled charm , such as the pang consigned To slumber , though the big tear it renewed ; Bidding a strange mysterious Pleasure brood Over the wavy and 48 JUVENILE POEMS .
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Bidding a strange mysterious Pleasure brood Over the wavy and tumultuous mind , As the great Spirit erst with plastic sweep Moved on the darkness of the unformed deep . SONNET II . S late I lay in slumber's ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Bidding a strange mysterious Pleasure brood Over the wavy and tumultuous mind , As the great Spirit erst with plastic sweep Moved on the darkness of the unformed deep . SONNET II . S late I lay in slumber's ...
Page 80
... Strange bliss which he shall recognise in heaven . And such delights , such strange beatitudes Seize on my young anticipating heart When that blest future rushes on my view ! For in his own and in his father's might The Saviour comes ...
... Strange bliss which he shall recognise in heaven . And such delights , such strange beatitudes Seize on my young anticipating heart When that blest future rushes on my view ! For in his own and in his father's might The Saviour comes ...
Page 81
... strange , Whence Fancy falls , fluttering her idle wing . For who of woman born may paint the hour , When seized in his mid course , the Sun shall wane Making noon ghastly ! Who of woman born May image in the workings of his thought ...
... strange , Whence Fancy falls , fluttering her idle wing . For who of woman born may paint the hour , When seized in his mid course , the Sun shall wane Making noon ghastly ! Who of woman born May image in the workings of his thought ...
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Albatross amid anguish babe Bard beautiful black lips blest boughs bower breast breath breeze bright brother's kiss brow calm child CHRIST'S HOSPITAL Christabel cloud dance dark dart dear deathmate deep delight dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE Earl Henry earth Faery Queen fair fear feel flowers gale gaze gentle groans grove haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hope hour hues infant JESUS COLLEGE kiss Lady light listen loud Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy Michael Psellus mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmuring muse Nature Nature's ne'er night o'er pain pang Pixies platform wild pleasure poems poet rose round sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrow soul sound spirit stars strains stream sweet swelling tale tears thee thine thou thought throne toil trembling Twas vale voice wanton song wind wing youth
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Page 172 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. "And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Page 164 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean...
Page 162 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Page xvii - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Page 175 - 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 147 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Page 147 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Page 174 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Page 185 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Page 186 - 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.