The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge [ed. by R.H.Shepherd].Basil Montagu Pickering, 1877 |
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... Child's Question On Revisiting the Sea - shore , after long absence , under strong medical reccommendation not to bathe . • · · 193 • 194 • · 200 Hymn before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni The British Stripling's War - Song . Lines ...
... Child's Question On Revisiting the Sea - shore , after long absence , under strong medical reccommendation not to bathe . • · · 193 • 194 • · 200 Hymn before Sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni The British Stripling's War - Song . Lines ...
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... Child's Evening Prayer Love's Apparition and Evanishment . An Allegoric Love , Hope , and Patience in Education • 326 · 331 • 332 332 333 334 A Character The Reproof and Reply 335 338 Cholera cured beforehand Cologne On my joyful ...
... Child's Evening Prayer Love's Apparition and Evanishment . An Allegoric Love , Hope , and Patience in Education • 326 · 331 • 332 332 333 334 A Character The Reproof and Reply 335 338 Cholera cured beforehand Cologne On my joyful ...
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... child Pull off an insect's leg , all read of war , The best amusement for our morning meal ! The poor wretch , who has learnt his only prayers From curses , who knows scarcely words enough To ask a blessing from his Heavenly Father ...
... child Pull off an insect's leg , all read of war , The best amusement for our morning meal ! The poor wretch , who has learnt his only prayers From curses , who knows scarcely words enough To ask a blessing from his Heavenly Father ...
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... child : The Mariner hath his will . The wedding - guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man , The bright - eyed Mariner . " The ship was cheer'd , the harbour clear'd , Merrily did we drop ...
... child : The Mariner hath his will . The wedding - guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man , The bright - eyed Mariner . " The ship was cheer'd , the harbour clear'd , Merrily did we drop ...
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... child ; The Mariner had his will . ' These trifling contributions , all but one , which Mr. C. has with unnecessary scrupulosity recorded , slipped out of his mind , as they well might . As we endeavoured to proceed conjointly ( I speak ...
... child ; The Mariner had his will . ' These trifling contributions , all but one , which Mr. C. has with unnecessary scrupulosity recorded , slipped out of his mind , as they well might . As we endeavoured to proceed conjointly ( I speak ...
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Page 81 - 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 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 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 66 - 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.
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 219 - 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 Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud — Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice ! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice. All colours a suffusion from that light.
Page 218 - 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 219 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan: Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.