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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... comes ! she comes ! the meek ey'd power I see With liberal hand that loves to bless ; The clouds of sorrow at her presence flee ; Rejoice ! rejoice ! ye children of distress ! The beams that play around her head Thro ' want's dark vale ...
... comes ! she comes ! the meek ey'd power I see With liberal hand that loves to bless ; The clouds of sorrow at her presence flee ; Rejoice ! rejoice ! ye children of distress ! The beams that play around her head Thro ' want's dark vale ...
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... comes ! While as the Thousand Years Lead up their mystic dance , the Desert shouts ! Old Ocean claps his hands ! The mighty Dead Rise to new life , whoe'er from earliest time With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan Coadjutors ...
... comes ! While as the Thousand Years Lead up their mystic dance , the Desert shouts ! Old Ocean claps his hands ! The mighty Dead Rise to new life , whoe'er from earliest time With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan Coadjutors ...
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... comes with lack of food . I'll gnaw , I'll gnaw the multitude , Till the cup of rage o'erbrim : They shall seize him and his brood- Slau . They shall tear him limb from limb ! Fire . O thankless beldames and untrue ! And is this all ...
... comes with lack of food . I'll gnaw , I'll gnaw the multitude , Till the cup of rage o'erbrim : They shall seize him and his brood- Slau . They shall tear him limb from limb ! Fire . O thankless beldames and untrue ! And is this all ...
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... comes , the desert - sands rise up And shape themselves : from earth to heaven they stand , As though they were the pillars of a temple , Built by Omnipotence in its own honor ! But the blast pauses , and their shaping spirit Is fled ...
... comes , the desert - sands rise up And shape themselves : from earth to heaven they stand , As though they were the pillars of a temple , Built by Omnipotence in its own honor ! But the blast pauses , and their shaping spirit Is fled ...
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... O ye hopes , that stir within me , Health comes with you from above ! God is with me , God is in me ! I can not die , if Life be Love . III . MEDITATIVE POEMS . IN BLANK VERSE . YEA 152 SIBYLLINE LEAVES . On revisiting the Sea-shore.
... O ye hopes , that stir within me , Health comes with you from above ! God is with me , God is in me ! I can not die , if Life be Love . III . MEDITATIVE POEMS . IN BLANK VERSE . YEA 152 SIBYLLINE LEAVES . On revisiting the Sea-shore.
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