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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... Father's joy , no Lover's bliss he shares , Yet still the rising radiance cheers his sight ; His fellows ' freedom soothes the captive's cares ! Thou , Fayette ! who didst wake with startling voice Life's better sun from that long ...
... Father's joy , no Lover's bliss he shares , Yet still the rising radiance cheers his sight ; His fellows ' freedom soothes the captive's cares ! Thou , Fayette ! who didst wake with startling voice Life's better sun from that long ...
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... Father's cry- Lest in some after - moment aught more mean Might stamp me mortal ! A triumphant shout Black Horror screamed , and all her goblin rout Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah ! Bard tremendous in sublimity ...
... Father's cry- Lest in some after - moment aught more mean Might stamp me mortal ! A triumphant shout Black Horror screamed , and all her goblin rout Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah ! Bard tremendous in sublimity ...
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... Father one ! And blest are they , · Who in this fleshly World , the elect of Heaven , Their strong eye darting ... Father's throne Lead gradual - else nor glorified nor loved . They nor contempt embosom nor revenge : For they dare know ...
... Father one ! And blest are they , · Who in this fleshly World , the elect of Heaven , Their strong eye darting ... Father's throne Lead gradual - else nor glorified nor loved . They nor contempt embosom nor revenge : For they dare know ...
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... Father , great beyond compare ! And marching onwards view high o'er their heads His waving banners of Omnipotence . Who the Creator love , created might Dread not within their tents no terrors walk . For they are holy things before the ...
... Father , great beyond compare ! And marching onwards view high o'er their heads His waving banners of Omnipotence . Who the Creator love , created might Dread not within their tents no terrors walk . For they are holy things before the ...
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... Father's might The Saviour 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 ...
... Father's might The Saviour 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 ...
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