The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 9
Page 15
... home , I fain would soothe the sense of Care , And lull to sleep the Joys that were , Thy Image may not banished be- Still , Mary ! still I sigh for thee . June , 1794 , LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE . ONCE THE SIGH.
... home , I fain would soothe the sense of Care , And lull to sleep the Joys that were , Thy Image may not banished be- Still , Mary ! still I sigh for thee . June , 1794 , LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL SPRING IN A VILLAGE . ONCE THE SIGH.
Page 19
... soothe my Love with shadows of delight : Or soar aloft to be the Spangled Skies , her with a thousand eyes ! And gaze upon As when the savage , who his drowsy frame Had basked beneath the Sun's unclouded flame , Awakes amid the troubles ...
... soothe my Love with shadows of delight : Or soar aloft to be the Spangled Skies , her with a thousand eyes ! And gaze upon As when the savage , who his drowsy frame Had basked beneath the Sun's unclouded flame , Awakes amid the troubles ...
Page 26
... soothe to rest The aching of pale Fashion's vacant breast ! December , 1794 . TO AN INFANT . АH ! cease thy tears and sobs , my little Life ! I did but snatch away the unclasped knife : Some safer toy will soon arrest thine eye , And to ...
... soothe to rest The aching of pale Fashion's vacant breast ! December , 1794 . TO AN INFANT . АH ! cease thy tears and sobs , my little Life ! I did but snatch away the unclasped knife : Some safer toy will soon arrest thine eye , And to ...
Page 78
... soothe the monarch's pride . And such , perhaps , the Spirit , who ( if words Witnessed by answering deeds may claim our faith ) Held commune with that warrior - maid of France Who scourged the Invader . From her infant days , With ...
... soothe the monarch's pride . And such , perhaps , the Spirit , who ( if words Witnessed by answering deeds may claim our faith ) Held commune with that warrior - maid of France Who scourged the Invader . From her infant days , With ...
Page 165
... soothe my soul , that hoped and trembled , The dissonance ceased , and all seemed calmed and bright When France her front deep - scarr'd and gory Concealed with clustering wreaths of glory ; When , insupportably advancing , Her arm made ...
... soothe my soul , that hoped and trembled , The dissonance ceased , and all seemed calmed and bright When France her front deep - scarr'd and gory Concealed with clustering wreaths of glory ; When , insupportably advancing , Her arm made ...
Other editions - View all
The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Edited with a Biographical ... Samuel Taylor Coleridge No preview available - 2017 |
Common terms and phrases
amaranth ancient Mariner arms babe Bard beloved beneath bird blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dear death deep doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart heaved Heaven HENDECASYLLABLES HEXAMETER holy Hope hour Jeremy Taylor Kubla Khan lady light limbs look Lord loud Love maid meek mind Monody Moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Pixies poem poet rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. Coleridge shadow SHURTON sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice ween wild William Wordsworth wind wing youth
Popular passages
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 116 - I pass, like night, from land to land ; I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : • To him my tale I teach.
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 199 - Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
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 254 - O, struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...
Page 112 - 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 colours came.
Page 94 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The wedding-guest stood still, And listens like a three-years' child : The Mariner hath his will. The wedding-guest sat on a stone : He cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner : ' The ship was cheered, the harbour cleared, Merrily did we drop Below the kirk, below the hill, Below the lighthouse top. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon ' — The wedding-guest here beat his breast, For he heard...
Page 115 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say— What manner of man art thou?
Page 284 - To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud, Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element...