The Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Prefatory Notice, Biographical and CriticalW. Scott, 1884 - 294 pages |
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... fancies , with hope like a fiery column before thee , the dark pillar not yet named - Samuel Taylor Coleridge , metaphysician , logician , bard . " So , on his imagination recurring to the past , cried Charles Lamb , who , of all the ...
... fancies , with hope like a fiery column before thee , the dark pillar not yet named - Samuel Taylor Coleridge , metaphysician , logician , bard . " So , on his imagination recurring to the past , cried Charles Lamb , who , of all the ...
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... fancies holy , My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound , Inspired , beyond the guess of folly , By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound ! O ye loud Waves ! and O ye Forests high ! And O ye clouds that far above me soared ...
... fancies holy , My moonlight way o'er flowering weeds I wound , Inspired , beyond the guess of folly , By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound ! O ye loud Waves ! and O ye Forests high ! And O ye clouds that far above me soared ...
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... fancies lost ; Or charm'd my youth , that , kindled from above , Loved ere it loved , and sought a form for love ; Or lent a lustre to the earnest scan Of manhood , musing what and whence is man ! Wild strain of Scalds , that in the sea ...
... fancies lost ; Or charm'd my youth , that , kindled from above , Loved ere it loved , and sought a form for love ; Or lent a lustre to the earnest scan Of manhood , musing what and whence is man ! Wild strain of Scalds , that in the sea ...
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... fancies- Hectic and unrefreshed with rest- Ter . [ with great tenderness . ] My father ! Val . The sober truth is all too much for me ! I see no sail which brings not to my mind The home - bound bark in which my son was captured By the ...
... fancies- Hectic and unrefreshed with rest- Ter . [ with great tenderness . ] My father ! Val . The sober truth is all too much for me ! I see no sail which brings not to my mind The home - bound bark in which my son was captured By the ...
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... fancies ! You can call up past deeds , and make them live On the blank canvas ! and each little herb , That grows on mountain bleak , or tangled forest , You have learnt to name- Hark ! hear you not some footsteps ? Alv . What if it ...
... fancies ! You can call up past deeds , and make them live On the blank canvas ! and each little herb , That grows on mountain bleak , or tangled forest , You have learnt to name- Hark ! hear you not some footsteps ? Alv . What if it ...
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ALHADRA Alvar ancient Mariner arms babe bard beneath blessed breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brother calm child Christabel cloud Coleridge curse dark dead dear deep didst doth dream earth face fair fancies father fear gaze genius gentle Geraldine groan guilt hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope Isid Isidore JOSEPH SKIPSEY Kubla Khan lady land of mist light limbs listen live look lord loud Lyrical Ballads maid moon Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er night o'er once ORDONIO pang pause poem pray Roland de Vaux round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scorn ship sight silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet swelling tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thing thou thought Twas Valdez voice ween wild wind
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Page 46 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge.
Page 82 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice I And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry,
Page 81 - Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover I And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced...
Page 49 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Page 52 - The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Page 81 - 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 38 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Page 57 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Page 47 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the skylark 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.
Page 72 - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.