The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, 7 tomasHarper & brothers, 1858 |
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... once all darksome spot Where now their glad course mortals run , First - born of Sirius begot Upon the focus of the sun— I'll call thee ! for such thy earthly name- What name so high , but what too low must be ? Comets , when most they ...
... once all darksome spot Where now their glad course mortals run , First - born of Sirius begot Upon the focus of the sun— I'll call thee ! for such thy earthly name- What name so high , but what too low must be ? Comets , when most they ...
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... ONCE Could the Morn's first beams , the healthful breeze , All nature charm , and gay was every hour : - But ah ! not Music's self , nor fragrant bower Can glad the trembling sense of wan disease . Now that the frequent pangs my frame ...
... ONCE Could the Morn's first beams , the healthful breeze , All nature charm , and gay was every hour : - But ah ! not Music's self , nor fragrant bower Can glad the trembling sense of wan disease . Now that the frequent pangs my frame ...
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... Once more to Heaven address the prayer : For humble independence pray The guardian genius of thy way ; Whom ( sages say ) in days of yore Meek competence to wisdom bore , So shall thy little vessel glide With a fair breeze adown the ...
... Once more to Heaven address the prayer : For humble independence pray The guardian genius of thy way ; Whom ( sages say ) in days of yore Meek competence to wisdom bore , So shall thy little vessel glide With a fair breeze adown the ...
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... once with headlong throw ? Him inborn Truth and Virtue guide , Whose guards are shame and conscious pride ; In some gay hour Vice steals into the breast ; Perchance she wears some softer Virtue's vest . By unperceiv'd degrees she tempts ...
... once with headlong throw ? Him inborn Truth and Virtue guide , Whose guards are shame and conscious pride ; In some gay hour Vice steals into the breast ; Perchance she wears some softer Virtue's vest . By unperceiv'd degrees she tempts ...
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... ONCE more , sweet Stream ! with slow foot wandering near , I bless thy milky waters cold and clear . Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours , With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers ( Ere from thy zephyr - haunted brink I turn ) ...
... ONCE more , sweet Stream ! with slow foot wandering near , I bless thy milky waters cold and clear . Escaped the flashing of the noontide hours , With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers ( Ere from thy zephyr - haunted brink I turn ) ...
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