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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... soul ! ) to harps of Seraphim . Yet oft , perforce , ( ' tis suffering Nature's call ) I weep , that heaven - born Genius so should fall ; And oft , in Fancy's saddest hour , my soul Averted shudders at the poisoned bowl . Now groans my ...
... soul ! ) to harps of Seraphim . Yet oft , perforce , ( ' tis suffering Nature's call ) I weep , that heaven - born Genius so should fall ; And oft , in Fancy's saddest hour , my soul Averted shudders at the poisoned bowl . Now groans my ...
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... soul , and haggard eye ! Thy wasted form , thy hurried steps I view , On thy wan forehead starts the lethal dew , And oh the anguish of that shuddering sigh ! Such were the struggles of the gloomy hour , When Care , of withered brow ...
... soul , and haggard eye ! Thy wasted form , thy hurried steps I view , On thy wan forehead starts the lethal dew , And oh the anguish of that shuddering sigh ! Such were the struggles of the gloomy hour , When Care , of withered brow ...
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... soul must smart , Neglect , and grinning Scorn , and Want combined ! Recoiling quick , thou bad'st the friend of pain Roll the black tide of Death through every freezing vein ! O Spirit blest ! Whether the Eternal's throne around ...
... soul must smart , Neglect , and grinning Scorn , and Want combined ! Recoiling quick , thou bad'st the friend of pain Roll the black tide of Death through every freezing vein ! O Spirit blest ! Whether the Eternal's throne around ...
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... soul our soothing witcheries shed And twine the future garland round his head . V. When Evening's dusky car Crowned with her dewy star Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight ; On leaves of aspen trees We tremble to the breeze ...
... soul our soothing witcheries shed And twine the future garland round his head . V. When Evening's dusky car Crowned with her dewy star Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight ; On leaves of aspen trees We tremble to the breeze ...
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... souls- See ! See ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet , And Death ... soul astray— Though thou sphere descended be- Hence away ! - Thou mightier Goddess , thou demand'st my lay , Born ...
... souls- See ! See ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet , And Death ... soul astray— Though thou sphere descended be- Hence away ! - Thou mightier Goddess , thou demand'st my lay , Born ...
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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.
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