The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 páginas |
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... some measure connected with them . Forcibly to turn away our attention to general subjects is a painful and most often an unavailing effort . 1 To the first and second editions . b $ 66 " But O ! how grateful to a wounded heart.
... some measure connected with them . Forcibly to turn away our attention to general subjects is a painful and most often an unavailing effort . 1 To the first and second editions . b $ 66 " But O ! how grateful to a wounded heart.
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... painful subject of the description . " True ! " ( it may be answered ) " but how is the Public interested in your sorrows or your description ? " We are for ever attributing personal unities to imaginary aggregates . What is the Public ...
... painful subject of the description . " True ! " ( it may be answered ) " but how is the Public interested in your sorrows or your description ? " We are for ever attributing personal unities to imaginary aggregates . What is the Public ...
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... Pain .......... On receiving an Account that his only Sister's On seeing a Youth affectionately welcomed by a Lines on an Autumnal Evening 18 18 19 19 The Rose ...... The Kiss ......... 23 24 Kisses To the Nightingale To a Young Ass ...
... Pain .......... On receiving an Account that his only Sister's On seeing a Youth affectionately welcomed by a Lines on an Autumnal Evening 18 18 19 19 The Rose ...... The Kiss ......... 23 24 Kisses To the Nightingale To a Young Ass ...
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... - The Pang more sharp than all Kubla Khan The Pains of Sleep Ne plus ultra THE ANCIENT MARINER . Part I ...... ............. 203 203 205 .......... ........... ... 207 208 208 209 210 211 211 214 217 .......... ... ....................
... - The Pang more sharp than all Kubla Khan The Pains of Sleep Ne plus ultra THE ANCIENT MARINER . Part I ...... ............. 203 203 205 .......... ........... ... 207 208 208 209 210 211 211 214 217 .......... ... ....................
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... pain Roll the black tide of Death through every freez- ing vein ! O Spirit blest ! Whether the Eternal's throne around , Amidst the blaze of Seraphim , Thou pourest forth the grateful hymn ; Or soaring thro ' the blest domain ...
... pain Roll the black tide of Death through every freez- ing vein ! O Spirit blest ! Whether the Eternal's throne around , Amidst the blaze of Seraphim , Thou pourest forth the grateful hymn ; Or soaring thro ' the blest domain ...
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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
Passagens conhecidas
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?