The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Life of the AuthorJohn Thomas Cox, 1836 - 403 psl. |
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... hath been placed , a blessing to both her parents , and to her mother the rich reward which the anxious fulfilment of her maternal duties had , humanly speaking , merited , I bequeath the presentation copy of the Georgica Heptaglotta ...
... hath been placed , a blessing to both her parents , and to her mother the rich reward which the anxious fulfilment of her maternal duties had , humanly speaking , merited , I bequeath the presentation copy of the Georgica Heptaglotta ...
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... the evil from my own corrupt yet responsible will He hath converted into mercies , sanctifying them as instru- ments of fatherly chastisement for instruction , preven- tion , and restraint . Praise in the highest , lviii APPENDIX .
... the evil from my own corrupt yet responsible will He hath converted into mercies , sanctifying them as instru- ments of fatherly chastisement for instruction , preven- tion , and restraint . Praise in the highest , lviii APPENDIX .
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... hath not yet tolled : - And thou wert , aye , a masker bold ! What strange disguise hast now put on , To make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this altered size ; - But springtide ...
... hath not yet tolled : - And thou wert , aye , a masker bold ! What strange disguise hast now put on , To make believe that thou art gone ? I see these locks in silvery slips , This drooping gait , this altered size ; - But springtide ...
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... hath he , who having past His youth and early manhood in the stir And turmoil of the world , retreats at length ... Hath drawn you to one centre . Be your days Holy , and blest and blessing may ye live ! To me th ' Eternal Wisdom hath ...
... hath he , who having past His youth and early manhood in the stir And turmoil of the world , retreats at length ... Hath drawn you to one centre . Be your days Holy , and blest and blessing may ye live ! To me th ' Eternal Wisdom hath ...
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... Hath sounded deeper notes , such as beseem Or that sad wisdom , folly leaves behind , Or the high raptures of prophetic faith , Or such , as tun'd to these tumultuous times , Cope with the tempest's swell ! These various songs , Which I ...
... Hath sounded deeper notes , such as beseem Or that sad wisdom , folly leaves behind , Or the high raptures of prophetic faith , Or such , as tun'd to these tumultuous times , Cope with the tempest's swell ! These various songs , Which I ...
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185 psl. - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain. Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason!
94 psl. - 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.
106 psl. - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company \~ To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay...
88 psl. - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
97 psl. - 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.
81 psl. - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, ' Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
98 psl. - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
li psl. - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
78 psl. - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
101 psl. - 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.