The poetical works of Samuel T. ColeridgeWard, Lock & Company, 1882 - 424 pages |
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... deep , From the land of mist and snow , The spirit slid and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , Aud the ship stood still also . The Sun , right up above the mast , ' Had fixed her to the ocean ...
... deep , From the land of mist and snow , The spirit slid and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , Aud the ship stood still also . The Sun , right up above the mast , ' Had fixed her to the ocean ...
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... Deep from within she seems half - way To lift some weight with sick assay , And eyes the maid and seeks delay ; Then suddenly as one defied Collects herself in scorn and pride , And lay down by the maiden's side ! And in her arms the ...
... Deep from within she seems half - way To lift some weight with sick assay , And eyes the maid and seeks delay ; Then suddenly as one defied Collects herself in scorn and pride , And lay down by the maiden's side ! And in her arms the ...
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... deep Of all the blessedness of sleep ! And while she spake , her looks , her air Such gentle thankfulness declare , That ( so it seemed ) her girded vests Grew tight beneath her heaving breasts . " Sure I have sinned ! " said Christabel ...
... deep Of all the blessedness of sleep ! And while she spake , her looks , her air Such gentle thankfulness declare , That ( so it seemed ) her girded vests Grew tight beneath her heaving breasts . " Sure I have sinned ! " said Christabel ...
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... Deep in a woody dell . His limbs along the moss , his head Upon a mossy heap , With shut - up senses , Edward lay : That brook e'en on a working day Might chatter one to sleep . And he had passed a restless night , And was not well in ...
... Deep in a woody dell . His limbs along the moss , his head Upon a mossy heap , With shut - up senses , Edward lay : That brook e'en on a working day Might chatter one to sleep . And he had passed a restless night , And was not well in ...
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... deep For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave Watching , with wistful eye , the saddening tints of eve . Here , far from men , amid this pathless grove , In solemn thought the Minstrel wont to rove , Like star - beam on the slow ...
... deep For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave Watching , with wistful eye , the saddening tints of eve . Here , far from men , amid this pathless grove , In solemn thought the Minstrel wont to rove , Like star - beam on the slow ...
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Page 176 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Page 16 - O Wedding-Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea: So lonely 'twas, that God Himself Scarce seemed there to be.
Page 172 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 4 - 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 168 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
Page 15 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said— 'And they answered not our cheer! The planks look warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Page 118 - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Page 13 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 10 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Page 9 - 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.