The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...William Pickering, 1828 |
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... give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of Sorrow , the mind demands amusement , and can find it in employment alone ; but full of its late sufferings , it can endure no employment not in some ...
... give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of Sorrow , the mind demands amusement , and can find it in employment alone ; but full of its late sufferings , it can endure no employment not in some ...
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... give an innocent pleasure . I shall only add , that each of my readers will , I hope , remember , that these Poems on various sub- jects , which he reads at one time and under the influence of one set of feelings , were written at dif ...
... give an innocent pleasure . I shall only add , that each of my readers will , I hope , remember , that these Poems on various sub- jects , which he reads at one time and under the influence of one set of feelings , were written at dif ...
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... gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a VOICE there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises ...
... gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a VOICE there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises ...
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... give thee bread , And clap thy ragged Coat , and pat thy head . But what thy dulled Spirits hath dismayed , That never thou dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless ...
... give thee bread , And clap thy ragged Coat , and pat thy head . But what thy dulled Spirits hath dismayed , That never thou dost sport along the glade ? And ( most unlike the nature of things young ) That earthward still thy moveless ...
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... Gives back the steel that stabbed him ; and pale FEAR Hunted by ghastlier shapings than surround Moon - blasted Madness when he yells at midnight ! Return pure FAITH ! return meek PIETY ! The kingdoms of the world are your's : each ...
... Gives back the steel that stabbed him ; and pale FEAR Hunted by ghastlier shapings than surround Moon - blasted Madness when he yells at midnight ! Return pure FAITH ! return meek PIETY ! The kingdoms of the world are your's : each ...
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Page 213 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 330 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Page 289 - 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 of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful they are...
Page 328 - ... all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone had been cast, but alas! without the after restoration of the latter...
Page 100 - Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream ! The veiling clouds retire, And lo ! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
Page 329 - 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 103 - For all that meets the bodily sense I deem Symbolical, one mighty alphabet For infant minds ; and we in this low world Placed with our backs to bright reality, That we may learn with young unwounded ken The substance from its shadow.
Page 159 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Page 330 - I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Page 211 - As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought; entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.