The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Poems published in 1789. Sibylline leaves. Epigrams. AppendixB.M. Pickering, 1877 |
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... beautiful ! it thrills † my heart With tender gladness , thus to look at thee , And think that thou shalt learn far other lore , And in far other scenes ! For I was rear'd In the great city , pent ' mid cloisters dim , And saw nought ...
... beautiful ! it thrills † my heart With tender gladness , thus to look at thee , And think that thou shalt learn far other lore , And in far other scenes ! For I was rear'd In the great city , pent ' mid cloisters dim , And saw nought ...
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... beautiful , Aslant the ivied beacon . * Now farewell , Farewell , awhile , O soft and silent spot ! On the green sheep - track , up the heathy hill , Homeward I wind my way ; and lo ! recall'd From bodings that have well - nigh wearied ...
... beautiful , Aslant the ivied beacon . * Now farewell , Farewell , awhile , O soft and silent spot ! On the green sheep - track , up the heathy hill , Homeward I wind my way ; and lo ! recall'd From bodings that have well - nigh wearied ...
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... beautiful ! And they all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand † slimy things Lived on ; and so did I. I look'd upon the rotting sea , And drew my eyes away ; I look'd upon the rotting deck , And there the dead men lay . given to me ...
... beautiful ! And they all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand † slimy things Lived on ; and so did I. I look'd upon the rotting sea , And drew my eyes away ; I look'd upon the rotting deck , And there the dead men lay . given to me ...
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... Beautiful exceedingly ! 66 " " Mary mother , save me now ! ( Said Christabel , ) " And who art thou ? " The lady strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : - " Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for ...
... Beautiful exceedingly ! 66 " " Mary mother , save me now ! ( Said Christabel , ) " And who art thou ? " The lady strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : - " Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for ...
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... beautiful to see , Like a lady of a far countrée . And thus the lofty lady spake- " All they who live in the upper sky , Do love you , holy Christabel ! And you love them , and for their sake And for the good which me befel , Even I in ...
... beautiful to see , Like a lady of a far countrée . And thus the lofty lady spake- " All they who live in the upper sky , Do love you , holy Christabel ! And you love them , and for their sake And for the good which me befel , Even I in ...
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Page 47 - That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.
Page 277 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river.
Page 43 - The self-same moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea. PART V Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Page 48 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Page 56 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, 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.
Page 28 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — " The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Page 218 - Life, and Life's effluence, cloud at once and shower, Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower, A new Earth and new Heaven...
Page 29 - 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...
Page 59 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. " He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.
Page 41 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and Is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there Is a silent Joy at their arrival.