The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 páginas |
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... lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore ...
... lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore ...
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... live and not be loved ! - ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A SISTER . I TOO a sister had ! too cruel death ! How sad remembrance bids my bosom heave ! Tranquil her soul , as sleeping Infant's breath ; Meek were her manners ...
... live and not be loved ! - ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A SISTER . I TOO a sister had ! too cruel death ! How sad remembrance bids my bosom heave ! Tranquil her soul , as sleeping Infant's breath ; Meek were her manners ...
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... lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And have I then one Friend ? " Innocent Foal ! thou poor despised Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother - spite of the fool's ...
... lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And have I then one Friend ? " Innocent Foal ! thou poor despised Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother - spite of the fool's ...
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... live the Innocent , as far from cares As from the storms and overwhelming waves That tumble on the surface of the Deep , Returns with far - heard pant , hotly pursued By the fierce Warders of the Sea , once more , Ere by the frost ...
... live the Innocent , as far from cares As from the storms and overwhelming waves That tumble on the surface of the Deep , Returns with far - heard pant , hotly pursued By the fierce Warders of the Sea , once more , Ere by the frost ...
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... lives nor form nor feeling in my soul Unborrowed from my country . O divine And beauteous island ! thou hast been my sole And most magnificent temple , in the which I walk with awe , and sing my stately songs , Loving the God that made ...
... lives nor form nor feeling in my soul Unborrowed from my country . O divine And beauteous island ! thou hast been my sole And most magnificent temple , in the which I walk with awe , and sing my stately songs , Loving the God that made ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Albatross amid arms babe bard beneath bird blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dark Dark Ladie dear death deep doth dream Earth fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist Lewti light limbs look loud maid meek mind moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang PATRICK SPENCE POEMS pray rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shadow ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought toil tree trembling Twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Página 259 - 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.
Página 223 - 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. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 233 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Página 224 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Página 114 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Página 227 - 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.
Página 189 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Página 233 - 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.
Página 235 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Página 242 - 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." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?