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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... thee stood Affection meek ( Her bosom bare , and wildly pale her cheek ) Thy sullen gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flashed upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of ...
... thee stood Affection meek ( Her bosom bare , and wildly pale her cheek ) Thy sullen gaze she bade thee roll On scenes that well might melt thy soul ; Thy native cot she flashed upon thy view , Thy native cot , where still , at close of ...
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... thee , the lyre to sound , Like thee with fire divine to glow ; - But ah ! when rage the waves of woe , Grant me with firmer breast to meet their hate , And soar beyond the storm with upright eye elate ! Ye woods ! that wave o'er Avon's ...
... thee , the lyre to sound , Like thee with fire divine to glow ; - But ah ! when rage the waves of woe , Grant me with firmer breast to meet their hate , And soar beyond the storm with upright eye elate ! Ye woods ! that wave o'er Avon's ...
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... thee ! for such thy earthly name- What name so high , but what too low must be ? Comets , when most they drink the solar flame Are but faint types and images of thee ! Burn madly Fire ! o'er earth in ravage run , Then blush for shame ...
... thee ! for such thy earthly name- What name so high , but what too low must be ? Comets , when most they drink the solar flame Are but faint types and images of thee ! Burn madly Fire ! o'er earth in ravage run , Then blush for shame ...
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... thee belong ; And tho ' thy lays with conscious fear , Shrink from Judgment's eye severe , Yet much I thank thee , Spirit of my song ! For , lovely Muse ! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul , refines my breast , Gives each pure pleasure ...
... thee belong ; And tho ' thy lays with conscious fear , Shrink from Judgment's eye severe , Yet much I thank thee , Spirit of my song ! For , lovely Muse ! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul , refines my breast , Gives each pure pleasure ...
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... thee Brother - spite of the fool's scorn ! And fain would take thee with me , in the Dell Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell , Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride , And Laughter tickle Plenty's ribless side ! How thou ...
... thee Brother - spite of the fool's scorn ! And fain would take thee with me , in the Dell Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell , Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride , And Laughter tickle Plenty's ribless side ! How thou ...
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