The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and VerseT. Cowperthwait, 1845 - 546 pages |
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... Lines written at the King's Arms , Ross Lines to a beautiful Spring in a Village Lines on a Friend , who died of a frenzy fe- ver induced by calumnious reports To a Young Lady , with a Poem on the French Revolution .. ib . Introduction ...
... Lines written at the King's Arms , Ross Lines to a beautiful Spring in a Village Lines on a Friend , who died of a frenzy fe- ver induced by calumnious reports To a Young Lady , with a Poem on the French Revolution .. ib . Introduction ...
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... Lines to Joseph Cottle .. ..... IV . ODES AND MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . • The Three Graves ; a Fragment of a Sex- ton's Tale . Dejection ; an Ode . 242 44 ib . ib . THE DEATH OF WALLENSTEIN ; a Tra- gedy , in Five Acts ... 48 49 50 ...
... Lines to Joseph Cottle .. ..... IV . ODES AND MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . • The Three Graves ; a Fragment of a Sex- ton's Tale . Dejection ; an Ode . 242 44 ib . ib . THE DEATH OF WALLENSTEIN ; a Tra- gedy , in Five Acts ... 48 49 50 ...
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... LINES ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING . O THOU , wild Fancy , check thy wing ! No more Those thin white flakes , those purple clouds explore ! Nor there with happy spirits speed thy flight Bathed in rich amber - glowing floods of light ; Nor in ...
... LINES ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING . O THOU , wild Fancy , check thy wing ! No more Those thin white flakes , those purple clouds explore ! Nor there with happy spirits speed thy flight Bathed in rich amber - glowing floods of light ; Nor in ...
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... LINES WRITTEN AT THE KING'S ARMS ROSS . FORMERLY THE HOUSE OF THE " MAN OF Ross . " RICHER than miser o'er his countless hoards , Nobler than kings , or king - polluted lords , Here dwelt the man of Ross ! O Traveller , hear ! Departed ...
... LINES WRITTEN AT THE KING'S ARMS ROSS . FORMERLY THE HOUSE OF THE " MAN OF Ross . " RICHER than miser o'er his countless hoards , Nobler than kings , or king - polluted lords , Here dwelt the man of Ross ! O Traveller , hear ! Departed ...
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... LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE . Remorse , the poison'd arrow in his side , And loud lewd Mirth , to anguish close allied : Till Frenzy , fierce - eyed child of moping pain , Darts her hot lightning flash athwart the brain ...
... LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE . Remorse , the poison'd arrow in his side , And loud lewd Mirth , to anguish close allied : Till Frenzy , fierce - eyed child of moping pain , Darts her hot lightning flash athwart the brain ...
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ALHADRA ALVAR arms beneath BETHLEN BILLAUD VARENNES blessed BUTLER CASIMIR cause character COUNTESS dare dark dear doth dream DUCHESS Duke earth Egra EMERICK Emperor ESSAY evil faith fancy father fear feelings genius GLYCINE GORDON hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honor hope human ILLO Illyria ISIDORE ISOLANI Jacobins lady language LASKA less light live look Lord Lyrical Ballads means metre mind moral mother nation nature never o'er object OCTAVIO OLD BATHORY once ORDONIO Pamphilus passion philosophical Piccolomini poem poet poetic poetry present principles QUESTENBERG RAAB KIUPRILI RAGOZZI Ratzeburg reader reason Robespierre round SAROLTA SCENE sense soul speak spirit sweet TALLIEN TERESA TERTSKY thee THEKLA thine things thou thought tion Treaty of Amiens true truth VALDEZ virtue voice WALLENSTEIN whole wild words WRANGEL ZAPOLYA
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Page 71 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Page 77 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, '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 ! Farewell, farewell!
Page 49 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Page 72 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 72 - 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
Page 72 - 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.
Page 78 - Is the night chilly and dark? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull.
Page 75 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 65 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 59 - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen: Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake...