The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - 420 psl. |
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... CHRISTABEL · KUBLA KHAN ; OR , A VISION IN A DREAM THE PAINS OF SLEEP LOVE 18 33 35 36 GENEVIEVE JUVENILE POEMS . MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON TIME , REAL AND IMAGINARY SONGS OF THE PIXIES THE RAVEN ...
... CHRISTABEL · KUBLA KHAN ; OR , A VISION IN A DREAM THE PAINS OF SLEEP LOVE 18 33 35 36 GENEVIEVE JUVENILE POEMS . MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON TIME , REAL AND IMAGINARY SONGS OF THE PIXIES THE RAVEN ...
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... which then appeared , and the few years following saw all his excellent things produced . The first part of Christabel , Remorse , Kubla Khan , the Pains of Sleep , and others , were all written Introductory Memoir . XV.
... which then appeared , and the few years following saw all his excellent things produced . The first part of Christabel , Remorse , Kubla Khan , the Pains of Sleep , and others , were all written Introductory Memoir . XV.
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... Christabel , the Three Graves , and many other good things were not visible till the century was out . Still if we give five years as the duration of his productive life as a poet , we allow an ample margin . This short period was ...
... Christabel , the Three Graves , and many other good things were not visible till the century was out . Still if we give five years as the duration of his productive life as a poet , we allow an ample margin . This short period was ...
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... Christabel has haunted me all my life as a misfortune , and an addi- tional sorrow to all those more real ones that actual life has accumu- lated . The second part was written three or four years after the first , and there it stopt for ...
... Christabel has haunted me all my life as a misfortune , and an addi- tional sorrow to all those more real ones that actual life has accumu- lated . The second part was written three or four years after the first , and there it stopt for ...
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... Christabel by the light of the lamp described in the second part , and the power afterwards exercised over her by the stranger , would thus be explained , and the future of the story left open for surprising things , not so easy to ...
... Christabel by the light of the lamp described in the second part , and the power afterwards exercised over her by the stranger , would thus be explained , and the future of the story left open for surprising things , not so easy to ...
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Alvar ancient Mariner arms beneath Billaud Varennes breast bright brother BUTLER child Christabel cloud Coleridge Coun COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dæmons dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feelings Friedland gaze gentle Geraldine hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope hour Illo Isid ISOLANI Jesus College Kubla Khan lady light living look Lord loud maid MARADAS Moon mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er OCTAVIO once ORDONIO Pantisocracy pause Piccolomini PIXIES poem Prague pray QUESTENBERG Robespierre Roland de Vaux round SCENE sigh silent Sir Leoline sleep smile song soul spake spirit stand stars Swedes sweet Tallien tears tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA thine thing thought traitor Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN wild wing words
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156 psl. - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed 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!
15 psl. - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
1 psl. - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
31 psl. - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
146 psl. - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy...
8 psl. - 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!
3 psl. - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
xxx psl. - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
11 psl. - 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...
12 psl. - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand; It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!