The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 pages |
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... Lords , Here dwelt the Man of Ross ! O Traveller , hear ! Departed Merit claims a reverent tear . Friend to the friendless , to the sick man health , With generous joy he viewed his modest wealth ; He heard the widow's heaven - breathed ...
... Lords , Here dwelt the Man of Ross ! O Traveller , hear ! Departed Merit claims a reverent tear . Friend to the friendless , to the sick man health , With generous joy he viewed his modest wealth ; He heard the widow's heaven - breathed ...
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... 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 distance . Soon ...
... 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 distance . Soon ...
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... lord ! And he , connatural mind ! ( whom in their songs So bards of elder time had haply feigned ) Some Fury fondled ... Lord Abingdon , in these remarkable words : " The best road to Peace , my Lords , is War ! and War carried on in the ...
... lord ! And he , connatural mind ! ( whom in their songs So bards of elder time had haply feigned ) Some Fury fondled ... Lord Abingdon , in these remarkable words : " The best road to Peace , my Lords , is War ! and War carried on in the ...
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... Lord of unsleeping Love , " From everlasting Thou ! We shall not die . These , even these , in mercy didst thou form ... Lord , my God , mine Holy One ? We shall not die . O Lord , thou hast ordained them for judgment , & c . - Habak ...
... Lord of unsleeping Love , " From everlasting Thou ! We shall not die . These , even these , in mercy didst thou form ... Lord , my God , mine Holy One ? We shall not die . O Lord , thou hast ordained them for judgment , & c . - Habak ...
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... Lords , and Priests - all the sore ills That vex and desolate our mortal life . Wide - wasting ills ! yet each the ... Lord ; And the pale - featured Sage's trembling hand Strong as a host of armed Deities , Such as the blind Ionian ...
... Lords , and Priests - all the sore ills That vex and desolate our mortal life . Wide - wasting ills ! yet each the ... Lord ; And the pale - featured Sage's trembling hand Strong as a host of armed Deities , Such as the blind Ionian ...
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Page 96 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the...
Page 107 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark 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 108 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 144 - 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.
Page 112 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay And the shadow of the Moon. 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 colors came.
Page 254 - 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 1 worshipped the invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, — So sweet we know not we are listening to it...
Page 94 - Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Page 104 - Beyond the shadow of the Ship, I watched the water-snakes; They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.
Page 96 - And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! "In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine.
Page 284 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.