Poems: Vol. I.F. E. Bingley, 1833 - 157 páginas |
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... face , and barren womb ? Youth , love , and mirth ! too quickly they consume Their passive substance , and their small proportion Of fleeting life , in memory's backward view , Still dwindles to a point , a twinkling star , Long ...
... face , and barren womb ? Youth , love , and mirth ! too quickly they consume Their passive substance , and their small proportion Of fleeting life , in memory's backward view , Still dwindles to a point , a twinkling star , Long ...
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... face , How uninform'd the weak light - shunning eye , That wept and saw not . Poor mortality Begins to mourn before it knows its case , Prophetic in its ignorance . But soon The hospitalities of earth engage The banish'd spirit in its ...
... face , How uninform'd the weak light - shunning eye , That wept and saw not . Poor mortality Begins to mourn before it knows its case , Prophetic in its ignorance . But soon The hospitalities of earth engage The banish'd spirit in its ...
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... Unknown must live , and unlamented die , Rather than soil the lustre of that face , Or drive that laughing dimple from its place , Or heave that white breast with a painful sigh . SONNET XXV . FROM COUNTRY TO TOWN . WRITTEN IN. 24.
... Unknown must live , and unlamented die , Rather than soil the lustre of that face , Or drive that laughing dimple from its place , Or heave that white breast with a painful sigh . SONNET XXV . FROM COUNTRY TO TOWN . WRITTEN IN. 24.
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... face , That was not like a book , whose every page I knew by heart , a kindly common - place— And faithful record of progressive age- To wander forth , and view an unknown race ; Of all that I have been , to find no trace , No footstep ...
... face , That was not like a book , whose every page I knew by heart , a kindly common - place— And faithful record of progressive age- To wander forth , and view an unknown race ; Of all that I have been , to find no trace , No footstep ...
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... face , A clear , cool kindliness , a lunar beam Of peaceful radiance , silvering o'er the stream Of human thought with unabiding glory ; Not quite a waking truth , not quite a dream , A visitation , bright and transitory . But she is ...
... face , A clear , cool kindliness , a lunar beam Of peaceful radiance , silvering o'er the stream Of human thought with unabiding glory ; Not quite a waking truth , not quite a dream , A visitation , bright and transitory . But she is ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
babe beauty beneath birds blessing bliss bower breeze bright calm child dark day-dawn dear despair doom'd dream e'en e'er earth eyes fain fair Fairy faith fancies fate father fear feel flower gleams grave grey grief happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE HARVARD COLLEGE hath heard heart heaven holy hope hope and fear human Leonard live lonely maid merry mirth mortal mother Mother's smile mourn murmur nature Nature's Nautilus ne'er never New-Year's day nought o'er passion peace Poet poor pride pure quit-rent rill S. T. COLERIDGE scorn Shakspeare shew shining sigh silent sing sire sleep smooth soft song SONNET Sonnet 19 Sonnet 20 sorrow soul spirit Susan sweet thee thine thou art thought Trophonius truth twas Vale of Tempe verse virgin voice wave ween weep Whate'er wild wind worldly young Passion youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 149 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 155 - The fig-tree, not that kind for fruit renown'd, But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
Página 149 - So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes, And made their bends adornings ; at the helm A seeming mermaid steers ; the silken tackle Swell with the touches of those flower-soft hands, That yarely frame the office. From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharfs. The city cast Her people out upon her, and Antony, Enthron'd i...
Página 145 - mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe ! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in Himself.
Página 147 - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days In the waves beneath him shining...
Página 3 - Brightened the tresses that old Poets praise; Where Petrarch's patient love, and artful lays, And Ariosto's song of many themes, Moved the soft air. But I, a lazy brook, As close pent up within my native dell, Have crept along from nook to shady nook, Where flowrets blow, and whispering Naiads dwell Yet now we meet, that parted were so wide, O'er rough and smooth to travel side by side.
Página 146 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Página 16 - The mellow year is hasting to its close; The little birds have almost sung their last, Their small notes twitter in the dreary blast— That shrill-piped harbinger of early snows: The patient beauty of the scentless rose, Oft with the morn's hoar crystal quaintly...
Página 1 - That, wisely doating, ask'd not why it doated, And ours the unknown joy, which knowing kills. But now I find, how dear thou wert to me; That man is more than half of nature's treasure. Of that fair Beauty which no eye can see, Of that sweet music which no ear can measure; And now the streams may sing for others' pleasure, The hills sleep on in their eternity.
Página 147 - ... mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly. Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here, If thou appear untouched by solemn thought, Thy nature is not therefore less divine: Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year; And worshipp'st at the Temple's inner shrine, God being with thee when we know it not.