The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Life of the AuthorJohn Thomas Cox, 1836 - 403 páginas |
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... unfinished Poem Sonnet I. " My heart has thank'd thee , Bowles " . 26 30 II . On a discovery made too late III . " Thou gentle Look " IV . To the River Otter . 30 31 31 Page Sonnet V. Composed while climbing Brockly Coomb 32 VI.
... unfinished Poem Sonnet I. " My heart has thank'd thee , Bowles " . 26 30 II . On a discovery made too late III . " Thou gentle Look " IV . To the River Otter . 30 31 31 Page Sonnet V. Composed while climbing Brockly Coomb 32 VI.
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... thee , my earliest friend ! Thee , who didst watch my boy - hood and my youth ; Didst trace my wanderings with a father's eye ; And lxx DEDICATION .
... thee , my earliest friend ! Thee , who didst watch my boy - hood and my youth ; Didst trace my wanderings with a father's eye ; And lxx DEDICATION .
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... thee ever , Lov'd as a brother , as a son rever'd thee ! O'tis to me an ever - new delight , My earger eye glist'ning with mem'ry's tear , To talk of thee and thine ; or when the blast Of the shrill winter , ratt'ling our rude sash ...
... thee ever , Lov'd as a brother , as a son rever'd thee ! O'tis to me an ever - new delight , My earger eye glist'ning with mem'ry's tear , To talk of thee and thine ; or when the blast Of the shrill winter , ratt'ling our rude sash ...
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... thee : and with eager wond'ring Shall hear Destruction , like a vulture , scream ! Strange - eyed Destruction , who ... thee , shall clap the hands over thee ; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually ? " -NAHUM , CHAP ...
... thee : and with eager wond'ring Shall hear Destruction , like a vulture , scream ! Strange - eyed Destruction , who ... thee , shall clap the hands over thee ; for upon whom hath not thy wickedness passed continually ? " -NAHUM , CHAP ...
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... thee stood Affection meek ( Her bosom bare , and wildly pale her cheek ) Thy sullen gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flash'd upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of ...
... thee stood Affection meek ( Her bosom bare , and wildly pale her cheek ) Thy sullen gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flash'd upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of ...
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anguish arms army beneath breast Butler Coleridge Coun Countess dear Derwent Coleridge dost doth dream Duch Duke Egra Emperor enemy evil Exit faith father fear feelings fortune Friedland Gillman give hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Green hither holy honour hope hour Illo Isolani Jesus College Lady light look Lord Macd Maradas meek mind morning mother ne'er Nether Stowey Neub never night o'er Octavio pause peace Piccolomini Pixies poems poet poison'd Prague Ques Questenberg regiment round S. T. COLERIDGE SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE Sara Coleridge SCENE silent song Sonnet soul spirit stand stars Stowey Swedes sweet tear Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine thing thou hast thought thro thyself tion trust Twas voice Wallenstein whole wild word Wordsworth Wran youth Мах
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Página 185 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain. Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason!
Página 94 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 106 - 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...
Página 88 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 97 - 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! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
Página 81 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, ' Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Página 98 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Página li - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Página 78 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Página 101 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.