The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, 7 tomasHarper & brothers, 1868 |
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... Lord beholds with pitying eye ; Sees cheerless want unpitied pine , Disease on earth its head recline , And bids compassion seek the realms of woe To heal the wounded , and to raise the low . She comes ! she comes ! the meek ey'd power ...
... Lord beholds with pitying eye ; Sees cheerless want unpitied pine , Disease on earth its head recline , And bids compassion seek the realms of woe To heal the wounded , and to raise the low . She comes ! she comes ! the meek ey'd power ...
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... Lord Aye unprofaned , though Earth should league with Hell ; God's altar grasping with an eager hand Fear , the wild - visaged , pale , eye - starting wretch , Sure - refuged hears his hot pursuing fiends Yell at vain distance . Soon ...
... Lord Aye unprofaned , though Earth should league with Hell ; God's altar grasping with an eager hand Fear , the wild - visaged , pale , eye - starting wretch , Sure - refuged hears his hot pursuing fiends Yell at vain distance . Soon ...
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... Lord Abingdon in these remarkable words : " The best road to Peace , my Lords , is War ! and War carried on in the same manner in which we are taught to worship our Creator , namely , with all our souls , and with all our minds , and ...
... Lord Abingdon in these remarkable words : " The best road to Peace , my Lords , is War ! and War carried on in the same manner in which we are taught to worship our Creator , namely , with all our souls , and with all our minds , and ...
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... lord ! And he , connatural mind ! whom ( in their songs So bards of elder time had haply feigned ) Some Fury fondled in her hate to man , Bidding her serpent hair in mazy surge Lick his young face , and at his mouth imbreathe Horrible ...
... lord ! And he , connatural mind ! whom ( in their songs So bards of elder time had haply feigned ) Some Fury fondled in her hate to man , Bidding her serpent hair in mazy surge Lick his young face , and at his mouth imbreathe Horrible ...
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... Lords , and Priests - all the sore ills That vex and desolate our mortal life . Wide - wasting ills ! yet each the ... Lord ; And the pale - featured Sage's trembling hand Strong as a host of armed Deities , Such as the blind Ionian ...
... Lords , and Priests - all the sore ills That vex and desolate our mortal life . Wide - wasting ills ! yet each the ... Lord ; And the pale - featured Sage's trembling hand Strong as a host of armed Deities , Such as the blind Ionian ...
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The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 7 tomas Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visos knygos peržiūra - 1884 |
The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge– With an Introductory ..., 7 tomas Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visos knygos peržiūra - 1853 |
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247 psl. - 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.
154 psl. - Ye Ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo,...
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