The Golden Book of ColeridgeJ.M. Dent & Sons, Limited, 1906 - 289 pages |
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Albatross Ancient Mariner babe beauty beneath bird black lips breast breath breeze bright bright eyes Cain calm cheek child Christabel cloud Coleridge dæmons dance dark deep divine doth dream earth ELBINGERODE Eolian eyes fair fear flowers gazed gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven HENDECASYLLABLES hills hope Kubla Khan lady land of mist Lewti light limbs listened live look Lord loud Love's Lyrical Ballads maid mist moon moonlight mother murmur Nature ne'er never night o'er poem poet poetry pray rock Roland de Vaux rose round sails shadow ship silent sing Sir Leoline Skiddaw Slau sleep soft song soul sound spake spirit stars stood sunny sweet swelling tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice wander weary Wedding-Guest ween wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wood Wordsworth youth
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Page 143 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach.
Page 107 - 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 161 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 138 - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze On me alone it blew.
Page 106 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; 1 see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful...
Page 170 - Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst 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. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reach'd the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Page 128 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. "The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; ' The game is done ! I've won, I've won ! ' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
Page 138 - 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 108 - 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.
Page 127 - Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!