The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 pages |
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... hill , over dale , did the black Raven go . Many Autumns , many Springs Travelled he with wandering wings : Many Summers , many Winters- I can't tell half his adventures . At length he came back , and with him a 4 THE RAVEN . THE RAVEN ...
... hill , over dale , did the black Raven go . Many Autumns , many Springs Travelled he with wandering wings : Many Summers , many Winters- I can't tell half his adventures . At length he came back , and with him a 4 THE RAVEN . THE RAVEN ...
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... hill , is an excavation called the Pixies ' Parlour . The roots of old trees form its ceiling ; and on its sides are innumerable cyphers , among which the Author discovered his own , and those of his brothers , cut by the hand of their ...
... hill , is an excavation called the Pixies ' Parlour . The roots of old trees form its ceiling ; and on its sides are innumerable cyphers , among which the Author discovered his own , and those of his brothers , cut by the hand of their ...
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... hill , dale , and sparkling brook between ! Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song , That soars on Morning's wing your vales among ! Scenes of my Hope ! the aching eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve ...
... hill , dale , and sparkling brook between ! Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song , That soars on Morning's wing your vales among ! Scenes of my Hope ! the aching eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve ...
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... hill , whose forest - frowning side Waves o'er the murmurs of his calmer tide , Will raise a solemn Cenotaph to thee , Sweet Harper of time - shrouded Minstrelsy ! And there , soothed sadly by the dirgeful wind , Muse on the sore ills I ...
... hill , whose forest - frowning side Waves o'er the murmurs of his calmer tide , Will raise a solemn Cenotaph to thee , Sweet Harper of time - shrouded Minstrelsy ! And there , soothed sadly by the dirgeful wind , Muse on the sore ills I ...
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... hill ; Nor there the Pine - grove to the midnight blast Makes solemn music ! But the unceasing rill To the soft Wren or Lark's descending trill Murmurs sweet under - song mid jasmine bowers . In this same pleasant meadow , at your will ...
... hill ; Nor there the Pine - grove to the midnight blast Makes solemn music ! But the unceasing rill To the soft Wren or Lark's descending trill Murmurs sweet under - song mid jasmine bowers . In this same pleasant meadow , at your will ...
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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.