The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge, Volume 1W. Pickering, 1835 - English poetry |
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... light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve , And sweet your voice , as seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a voice there lives ! It bids you hear the ...
... light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve , And sweet your voice , as seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a voice there lives ! It bids you hear the ...
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... light of outward day shines there , A holier triumph and a sterner aim ! Wings grow within him ; and he soars above Or Bard's or Minstrel's lay of war or love . Friend to the friendless , to the sufferer health , He hears the widow's ...
... light of outward day shines there , A holier triumph and a sterner aim ! Wings grow within him ; and he soars above Or Bard's or Minstrel's lay of war or love . Friend to the friendless , to the sufferer health , He hears the widow's ...
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... seek the cottaged dell Where Virtue calm with careless step may stray ; And , dancing to the moon - light roundelay , The wizard passions weave a holy spell ! O Chatterton ! that thou wert yet alive ! Sure JUVENILE POEMS . 11.
... seek the cottaged dell Where Virtue calm with careless step may stray ; And , dancing to the moon - light roundelay , The wizard passions weave a holy spell ! O Chatterton ! that thou wert yet alive ! Sure JUVENILE POEMS . 11.
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... our cell . II . When fades the moon to shadowy - pale , And scuds the cloud before the gale , Ere the Morn , all gem - bedight , Hath streak'd the east with rosy light , We sip JUVENILE POEMS . 13 Songs of the Pixies.
... our cell . II . When fades the moon to shadowy - pale , And scuds the cloud before the gale , Ere the Morn , all gem - bedight , Hath streak'd the east with rosy light , We sip JUVENILE POEMS . 13 Songs of the Pixies.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Hath streak'd the east with rosy light , We sip the furze - flower's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues : Or sport amid the shooting gleams To the tune of distant - tinkling teams , While lusty Labour ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Hath streak'd the east with rosy light , We sip the furze - flower's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues : Or sport amid the shooting gleams To the tune of distant - tinkling teams , While lusty Labour ...
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amid arms babe beneath blessed blest boughs bower breast breath breeze bright calm cheek child clouds curse dance dark dart dear deep dream Earl Henry earth Ellen fair fancy fear feel flowers gazed gentle groans hark hast hath hear heard heart heave heaven hills holy hope hour immortal song Jeremy Taylor lady Lewti light limbs listened maid Mary's neck meek melancholy methinks mind moon mossy mother murmur muse Myosotis Scorpioides Nature ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain PATRICK SPENCE Peace Pixies playmate pleasure poem prayer rock round Sandoval sigh silent silent hills sing Slau sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe sorrow soul sound spirit stars stept stream sweet sweet sensations swelling tears thee thine thou thought thought Industrious throne toil trembling twas Twill vale voice wild wind wing youth
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Page 264 - By woman wailing for her demon-lover! 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 182 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Page 214 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall. Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon, DEJECTION.
Page 107 - And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
Page 181 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Page 182 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Page 231 - Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes, Or the dull sobbing draft, that moans and rakes Upon the strings of this ^olian lute, Which better far were mute.
Page 213 - Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
Page 262 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Page 144 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long...