The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. S. Francis & Company, 1848 - 384 páginas |
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Página xxi
... pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amusement , and can find it in em- ployment alone but full of its late sufferings , it can endure no employment not in some measure ...
... pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amusement , and can find it in em- ployment alone but full of its late sufferings , it can endure no employment not in some measure ...
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... PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION . There is one species of egotism which is truly dis- gusting ; not that which leads us to communicate our feelings to others , but that which would reduce the feelings of others to an identity with our own ...
... PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION . There is one species of egotism which is truly dis- gusting ; not that which leads us to communicate our feelings to others , but that which would reduce the feelings of others to an identity with our own ...
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... pleasure . I shall only add , that each of my readers will , I hope , remember , that these poems on various subjects , which he reads at one time and under the influence of one set of feelings , were written at different times and ...
... pleasure . I shall only add , that each of my readers will , I hope , remember , that these poems on various subjects , which he reads at one time and under the influence of one set of feelings , were written at different times and ...
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... pleasure keener zest , And softens Sorrow into pensive Joy . From thee I learned the wish to bless , From thee to commune with my heart ; From thee , dear Muse ! the gayer part , To laugh with Pity at the crowds , that press Where ...
... pleasure keener zest , And softens Sorrow into pensive Joy . From thee I learned the wish to bless , From thee to commune with my heart ; From thee , dear Muse ! the gayer part , To laugh with Pity at the crowds , that press Where ...
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... in rich amber - glowing floods of light ; Nor in yon gleam , where slow descends the day , With western peasants hail the morning ray ! Ah ! rather bid the perished pleasures move , A JUVENILE POEMS . 31 Lines on an Autumnal Evening.
... in rich amber - glowing floods of light ; Nor in yon gleam , where slow descends the day , With western peasants hail the morning ray ! Ah ! rather bid the perished pleasures move , A JUVENILE POEMS . 31 Lines on an Autumnal Evening.
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Albatross amid anguish babe Bard beautiful black lips blest boughs bower breast breath breeze bright brother's kiss brow calm child CHRIST'S HOSPITAL Christabel cloud dance dark dart dear deathmate deep delight dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE Earl Henry earth Faery Queen fair fear feel flowers gale gaze gentle groans grove haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hope hour hues infant JESUS COLLEGE kiss Lady light listen loud Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy Michael Psellus mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmuring muse Nature Nature's ne'er night o'er pain pang Pixies platform wild pleasure poems poet rose round sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrow soul sound spirit stars strains stream sweet swelling tale tears thee thine thou thought throne toil trembling Twas vale voice wanton song wind wing youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 172 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. "And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Página 164 - 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 reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean...
Página 162 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Página xvii - Though I should gaze for ever 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.
Página 175 - 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 147 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Página 147 - 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!
Página 174 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Página 185 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Página 186 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — 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.