The poetical and dramatic works of S.T. Coleridge 3 vols, Volume 2 |
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... feel my I was so light - almost limbs : I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . And soon I heard a roaring wind : It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails , That were so thin and sere . The ...
... feel my I was so light - almost limbs : I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . And soon I heard a roaring wind : It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails , That were so thin and sere . The ...
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... feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity . And what , if in a world of sin ( O sorrow and shame should this be true ! ) Such giddiness of heart and brain Comes seldom save from rage and pain , So talks as it's most used to do ...
... feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity . And what , if in a world of sin ( O sorrow and shame should this be true ! ) Such giddiness of heart and brain Comes seldom save from rage and pain , So talks as it's most used to do ...
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... doubt . Yet why at others ' wanings should'st thou fret ? Then only might'st thou feel a just regret , Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 69 Catullian Hendecasyllables Duty surviving Self-Love.
... doubt . Yet why at others ' wanings should'st thou fret ? Then only might'st thou feel a just regret , Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In MISCELLANEOUS POEMS . 69 Catullian Hendecasyllables Duty surviving Self-Love.
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... feel thee ! Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play- ' Tis Mary's hand upon my brow ! But let me check this tender lay Which none may hear but she and thou ! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming , Murmur it to yourselves , ye two ...
... feel thee ! Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play- ' Tis Mary's hand upon my brow ! But let me check this tender lay Which none may hear but she and thou ! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming , Murmur it to yourselves , ye two ...
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... feeling , You must lower down your state to hers . NOT AT HOME . THAT Jealousy may rule a mind Where Love could never be I know ; but ne'er expect to find Love without Jealousy . She has a strange cast in her ee , A MISCELLANEOUS POEMS ...
... feeling , You must lower down your state to hers . NOT AT HOME . THAT Jealousy may rule a mind Where Love could never be I know ; but ne'er expect to find Love without Jealousy . She has a strange cast in her ee , A MISCELLANEOUS POEMS ...
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Page 18 - Is it he?" quoth one, "Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low, The harmless Albatross. " The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Page 11 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. " I fear thee, and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand, so brown.
Page 24 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
Page 12 - And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
Page 14 - But with its sound it shook the sails, That were so thin and sere. The upper air burst into life; And a hundred fire-flags sheen ; To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Page 15 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the...
Page 13 - 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. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 20 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 'Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Page 22 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart—- No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Page 16 - ... 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, 370 That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.