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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... wish of Poets when their tongue Would teach to others ' bosoms , what so charms Their own . " PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION . There is one species of egotism which is truly disgusting ; not that which leads us to communicate our feelings to ...
... wish of Poets when their tongue Would teach to others ' bosoms , what so charms Their own . " PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION . There is one species of egotism which is truly disgusting ; not that which leads us to communicate our feelings to ...
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... wish to bless , From thee to commune with my heart ; From thee , dear Muse ! the gayer part , To laugh with Pity at the crowds , that press Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Folly spun , Whose hues gay varying wanton in the sun . 1789 ...
... wish to bless , From thee to commune with my heart ; From thee , dear Muse ! the gayer part , To laugh with Pity at the crowds , that press Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Folly spun , Whose hues gay varying wanton in the sun . 1789 ...
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... wish expand , And fair and bright Life's prospects seem , While Hope displays her cheering beam , And Fancy's vivid colorings stream , While Emulation stands me nigh The Goddess of the eager eye . With foot advanc'd and anxious heart ...
... wish expand , And fair and bright Life's prospects seem , While Hope displays her cheering beam , And Fancy's vivid colorings stream , While Emulation stands me nigh The Goddess of the eager eye . With foot advanc'd and anxious heart ...
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... wish my Sara's frowns to flee , And fain to her some soothing song would write , Lest she resent my rude discourtesy , Who vowed to meet her ere the morning light , But broke my plighted word - ah ! false and recreant wight ! Last night ...
... wish my Sara's frowns to flee , And fain to her some soothing song would write , Lest she resent my rude discourtesy , Who vowed to meet her ere the morning light , But broke my plighted word - ah ! false and recreant wight ! Last night ...
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... ! reject the thoughtless claim In pity to your Lover ! That thrilling touch would aid the flame , It wishes to discover . TO AN INFANT . АH ! cease thy tears and 66 JUVENILE POEMS . The Complaint of Ninathoma Imitated from the Welsh.
... ! reject the thoughtless claim In pity to your Lover ! That thrilling touch would aid the flame , It wishes to discover . TO AN INFANT . АH ! cease thy tears and 66 JUVENILE POEMS . The Complaint of Ninathoma Imitated from the Welsh.
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