The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 páginas |
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... turned from rich men's doors , And called them Friends , and healed their noisome Sores ? SONNET XI . HOU bleedest , my poor Heart ! and thy dis- THC tress Reasoning I ponder with a scornful smile , And probe thy sore wound sternly ...
... turned from rich men's doors , And called them Friends , and healed their noisome Sores ? SONNET XI . HOU bleedest , my poor Heart ! and thy dis- THC tress Reasoning I ponder with a scornful smile , And probe thy sore wound sternly ...
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... turning , on the group Looked with a vacant stare , and his eye spoke The drowsy calm that steals on worn - out anguish . She shuddered ; but , each vainer pang subdued , Quick disentangling from the foremost horse The rustic bands ...
... turning , on the group Looked with a vacant stare , and his eye spoke The drowsy calm that steals on worn - out anguish . She shuddered ; but , each vainer pang subdued , Quick disentangling from the foremost horse The rustic bands ...
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... Turned up fresh sculls unstartled , and the bones Of fierce hate - breathing combatants , who there All mingled lay beneath the common earth , Death's gloomy reconcilement ! O'er the fields Stept a fair Form , repairing all she might ...
... Turned up fresh sculls unstartled , and the bones Of fierce hate - breathing combatants , who there All mingled lay beneath the common earth , Death's gloomy reconcilement ! O'er the fields Stept a fair Form , repairing all she might ...
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... turned , or looked by stealth , ( For fear is true love's cruel nurse ) , he now With steadfast gaze and unoffending eye , Worships the watery idol , dreaming hopes Delicious to the soul , but fleeting , vain , E'en as that phantom ...
... turned , or looked by stealth , ( For fear is true love's cruel nurse ) , he now With steadfast gaze and unoffending eye , Worships the watery idol , dreaming hopes Delicious to the soul , but fleeting , vain , E'en as that phantom ...
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... Turned westward , shaping in the steady clouds Thy sands and high white cliffs ! My native Land ! Filled with the thought of thee this heart was proud , Yea , mine eye swam with tears : that all the view From sovran Brocken , woods and ...
... Turned westward , shaping in the steady clouds Thy sands and high white cliffs ! My native Land ! Filled with the thought of thee this heart was proud , Yea , mine eye swam with tears : that all the view From sovran Brocken , woods and ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Albatross amid Antistrophe arms babe Bard beneath blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dance dark Dark Ladie dear deep doth dream earth fair fancy fear feel flowers gazed gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven HEXAMETER holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist light limbs listen look loud maid meek melancholy mind moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang Pixies poem prayed rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swelling tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil trembling twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 111 - 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.
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 234 - The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan. They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman...
Página 190 - But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.
Página 144 - Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the Vale ! () struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars...
Página 159 - Friends, whom I never more may meet again, On springy heath, along the hill-top edge, Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, To that still roaring dell, of which I told; The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, And only speckled by the mid-day sun...
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 225 - 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 232 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. "The selfsame moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.
Página 231 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs. Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is a curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse. And yet I could not die.