The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...William Pickering, 1828 |
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... twas some faery place ) Their pinions , ostrich - like , for sails outspread , Two lovely children run an endless race , A sister and a brother ! This far outstript the other ; Yet ever runs she with reverted face , And looks and ...
... twas some faery place ) Their pinions , ostrich - like , for sails outspread , Two lovely children run an endless race , A sister and a brother ! This far outstript the other ; Yet ever runs she with reverted face , And looks and ...
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... Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless CARES , and smiling COURTESIES . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy ...
... Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless CARES , and smiling COURTESIES . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And in thy ...
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... twas fair And soothed with many a dream the hour of rest : Thou should'st have loved it most , when most opprest , And nursed it with an agony of Care , Even as a Mother her sweet infant heir That wan and sickly droops upon her breast ...
... twas fair And soothed with many a dream the hour of rest : Thou should'st have loved it most , when most opprest , And nursed it with an agony of Care , Even as a Mother her sweet infant heir That wan and sickly droops upon her breast ...
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... Twas the cold season when the Rustic's eye From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields Rolls for relief to watch the skiey tints And clouds slow - varying their huge imagery ; When now , as she was wont , the healthful Maid Had left ...
... Twas the cold season when the Rustic's eye From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields Rolls for relief to watch the skiey tints And clouds slow - varying their huge imagery ; When now , as she was wont , the healthful Maid Had left ...
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... twas Death . He only , lashing his o'er - wearied team , Gained a sad respite , till beside the base Of the high hill his foremost horse dropped dead . Then hopeless , strengthless , sick for lack of food , He crept beneath the ...
... twas Death . He only , lashing his o'er - wearied team , Gained a sad respite , till beside the base Of the high hill his foremost horse dropped dead . Then hopeless , strengthless , sick for lack of food , He crept beneath the ...
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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.