The Literary Remains of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: The fall of Robespierre. Poems. A course of lectures. Omniana

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Página 286 - He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder, Upon the heads of all who sat beneath, Lords, ladies, captains, counsellors...
Página 94 - Upon the top of all his loftie crest, A bounch of heares discolourd diversly, With sprincled pearle and gold full richly drest, Did shake. and seemd to daunce for jollity, Like to an almond tree ymounted hye On top of greene Selinis all alone, With blossoms brave bedecked daintily ; Whose tender locks do tremble every one At everie little breath that under heaven is blowne.
Página 96 - Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place : Did never mortall eye behold such heavenly grace.
Página 194 - ... shall a trumpet be blown in the city, and the people not be afraid? shall there be evil in a city, and the Lord hath not done it?
Página 112 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : Even so my sun one early morn did shine With...
Página 244 - I give no alms to satisfy the hunger of my brother, but to fulfil and accomplish the will and command of my God...
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Página 246 - Another misery there is in affection ; that whom we truly love like our own selves, we forget their looks, nor can our memory retain the idea of their faces ; and it is no wonder, for they are ourselves, and our affection makes their looks our own.
Página 159 - Or se' tu quel Virgilio, e quella fonte, Che spande di parlar si largo fiume? Risposi lui con vergognosa fronte. O degli altri poeti onore e lume, Vagliami il lungo studio e il grande amore, Che m' ha fatto cercar lo tuo volume. Tu se...

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