The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 psl. |
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... soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . * See Note at the end of the volume . 1788 . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretched FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE GENEVIEVE.
... soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . * See Note at the end of the volume . 1788 . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretched FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE GENEVIEVE.
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... lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And have I then one Friend ? " Innocent Foal ! thou poor despised Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother - spite of the fool's ...
... lives like thee , Half famished in a land of Luxury ! How askingly its footsteps hither bend , It seems to say , " And have I then one Friend ? " Innocent Foal ! thou poor despised Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother - spite of the fool's ...
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... live , as never - sere " The Ivy wreathes yon Oak , whose broad defence Embowers me from Noon's sultry influence ! For like that nameless Rivulet stealing by , Your modest verse to musing quiet dear , Is rich with tints heaven ...
... live , as never - sere " The Ivy wreathes yon Oak , whose broad defence Embowers me from Noon's sultry influence ! For like that nameless Rivulet stealing by , Your modest verse to musing quiet dear , Is rich with tints heaven ...
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... live the Innocent , as far from cares As from the storms and overwhelming waves That tumble on the surface of the Deep , Returns with far - heard pant , hotly pursued By the fierce Warders of the Sea , once more , Ere by the frost ...
... live the Innocent , as far from cares As from the storms and overwhelming waves That tumble on the surface of the Deep , Returns with far - heard pant , hotly pursued By the fierce Warders of the Sea , once more , Ere by the frost ...
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... live , and so many lie dead . PART IV . " 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 ...
... live , and so many lie dead . PART IV . " 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 ...
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The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. With Life of the Author Samuel Taylor Coleridge Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1837 |
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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
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108 psl. - 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.
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254 psl. - 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...
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112 psl. - 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.
94 psl. - 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...
115 psl. - 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?
284 psl. - 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...