The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, Volume 1W. Pickering, 1829 - 353 pages |
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... things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic Fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and all the thousand aches " Which patient Merit of the Unworthy takes ...
... things young ) That earthward still thy moveless head is hung ? Do thy prophetic Fears anticipate , Meek Child of Misery ! thy future fate ? The starving meal , and all the thousand aches " Which patient Merit of the Unworthy takes ...
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... Miniature ! thou makʼst me sigh— A Babe art thou - and such a Thing am I ! To anger rapid and as soon appeased , For trifles mourning and by trifles pleased , Break Friendship's Mirror with a tetchy blow , Yet snatch 74 JUVENILE POEMS .
... Miniature ! thou makʼst me sigh— A Babe art thou - and such a Thing am I ! To anger rapid and as soon appeased , For trifles mourning and by trifles pleased , Break Friendship's Mirror with a tetchy blow , Yet snatch 74 JUVENILE POEMS .
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... things As steps , that upward to their Father's Throne Lead gradual - else nor glorified nor loved . THEY nor Contempt embosom nor Revenge : For THEY dare know of what may seem deform The SUPREME FAIR sole Operant in whose sight All things ...
... things As steps , that upward to their Father's Throne Lead gradual - else nor glorified nor loved . THEY nor Contempt embosom nor Revenge : For THEY dare know of what may seem deform The SUPREME FAIR sole Operant in whose sight All things ...
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... Things before the Lord Aye unprofaned , though Earth should league with Hell ; God's Altar grasping with an eager hand FEAR , the wild - visaged , pale , eye - starting wretch , Sure - refuged hears his hot pursuing fiends Yell at vain ...
... Things before the Lord Aye unprofaned , though Earth should league with Hell ; God's Altar grasping with an eager hand FEAR , the wild - visaged , pale , eye - starting wretch , Sure - refuged hears his hot pursuing fiends Yell at vain ...
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... thing , Mid countless brethren with a lonely heart Through courts and cities the smooth Savage roams Feeling himself , his own low Self the whole ; When he by sacred sympathy might make The whole ONE SELF ! SELF , that no alien knows ...
... thing , Mid countless brethren with a lonely heart Through courts and cities the smooth Savage roams Feeling himself , his own low Self the whole ; When he by sacred sympathy might make The whole ONE SELF ! SELF , that no alien knows ...
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amid anguish babe beneath blessed bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm cheek child clouds Dæmon dance dark dart dear deep dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE Earth Ellen Faery Queen fair Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gale gaze gentle gleam groans haply hast hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy Hope hour hues infant Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN Lady LEE Boo Lewti light limbs lonely Love Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind MONODY Moon mossy Mother murmur muse ne'er night o'er pale PATRICK SPENCE pause Peace PIXIES pleasure Poem poor rose round S. T. COLERIDGE Scorpion King shaping mind sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrows soul spirit stars stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine thou thought Throne toil trembling twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wing youth
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Page 320 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Page 319 - 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...
Page 319 - ... a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, 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 245 - When he had better far have stretched his limbs Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell, By sun or moon-light, to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song And of his fame forgetful!
Page 229 - Friends, whom I never more may meet again, On springy heath along the hill-top edge, Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, To that still roaring dell, of which I told; The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, And only speckled by the mid-day sun...
Page 231 - With sad yet patient soul, through evil and pain And strange calamity! Ah! slowly sink Behind the western ridge, thou glorious sun! Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb, Ye purple heath-flowers! richlier burn, ye clouds! Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves! And kindle, thou blue ocean! So my Friend Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood, Silent with swimming sense...
Page 250 - Inaudible as dreams ! the thin blue flame Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not; Only that film, which fluttered on the grate, Still flutters there, the sole unquiet thing. Methinks, its motion in this hush of nature Gives it dim sympathies with me who live, Making it a companionable form, Whose puny flaps and freaks the idling Spirit By its own moods interprets, everywhere Echo or mirror seeking of itself, And makes a toy of Thought.
Page 136 - Cairo's swamps of pestilence, Even so, my countrymen I have we gone forth And borne to distant tribes slavery and pangs, And, deadlier far, our vices, whose deep taint With slow perdition murders the whole man, His body and his soul!
Page 321 - twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Page 151 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.