The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 pages |
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... swell and glitter both of thought and diction . * This latter fault how- * Without any feeling of anger , I may yet be allowed to express some degree of surprise , that after having run the critical gauntlet for a certain class of ...
... swell and glitter both of thought and diction . * This latter fault how- * Without any feeling of anger , I may yet be allowed to express some degree of surprise , that after having run the critical gauntlet for a certain class of ...
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... swells his throat , Mocks the tired eye , and scatters the loud note , I trace her footsteps on the accustomed lawn , I mark her glancing ' mid the gleams of dawn . When the bent flower beneath the night dew weeps And on the lake the ...
... swells his throat , Mocks the tired eye , and scatters the loud note , I trace her footsteps on the accustomed lawn , I mark her glancing ' mid the gleams of dawn . When the bent flower beneath the night dew weeps And on the lake the ...
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... swelling vest , And flutter my faint pinions on her breast ! On Seraph wing I'd float a Dream by night , To soothe my Love with shadows of delight : Or soar aloft to be the Spangled Skies , her with a thousand eyes ! And gaze upon As ...
... swelling vest , And flutter my faint pinions on her breast ! On Seraph wing I'd float a Dream by night , To soothe my Love with shadows of delight : Or soar aloft to be the Spangled Skies , her with a thousand eyes ! And gaze upon As ...
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... swelling , O ye blue - tumbling waves of the sea ? Not always in caves was my dwelling , Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree . Through the high - sounding halls of Cathlóma In the steps of my beauty I strayed ; The warriors beheld ...
... swelling , O ye blue - tumbling waves of the sea ? Not always in caves was my dwelling , Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree . Through the high - sounding halls of Cathlóma In the steps of my beauty I strayed ; The warriors beheld ...
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... swelling ; yet the heart Not owns it . From thy spirit - breathing powers I ask not now , my Friend ! the aiding verse , Tedious to thee , and from thy anxious thought Of dissonant mood . In fancy ( well I know ) From business wandering ...
... swelling ; yet the heart Not owns it . From thy spirit - breathing powers I ask not now , my Friend ! the aiding verse , Tedious to thee , and from thy anxious thought Of dissonant mood . In fancy ( well I know ) From business wandering ...
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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...