The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, Volume 2W. Pickering, 1829 |
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... were ! But soon with altered voice , said she- " Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! " I have power to bid thee flee . " Alas ! what ails poor Geraldine ? Why stares she with unsettled eye ? Can she the CHRISTABEL . 51.
... were ! But soon with altered voice , said she- " Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! " I have power to bid thee flee . " Alas ! what ails poor Geraldine ? Why stares she with unsettled eye ? Can she the CHRISTABEL . 51.
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... Poor FANCY stagger'd and grew sickly . Then came a restless state , ' twixt yea and nay , His faith was fix'd , his heart all ebb and flow ; Or like a bark , in some half - shelter'd bay , Above its anchor driving to and fro . That boon ...
... Poor FANCY stagger'd and grew sickly . Then came a restless state , ' twixt yea and nay , His faith was fix'd , his heart all ebb and flow ; Or like a bark , in some half - shelter'd bay , Above its anchor driving to and fro . That boon ...
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... Poor Fancy on her sick bed lay ; Ill at distance , worse when near , Telling her dreams to jealous Fear ! Where was it then , the sociable sprite That crown'd the Poet's cup and deck'd his dish ! Poor shadow cast from an unsteady wish ...
... Poor Fancy on her sick bed lay ; Ill at distance , worse when near , Telling her dreams to jealous Fear ! Where was it then , the sociable sprite That crown'd the Poet's cup and deck'd his dish ! Poor shadow cast from an unsteady wish ...
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... poor mother with a mute entreaty Fixed her faint eyes on mine . Ah not for this , That I should let thee feed thy soul with gloom , And with slow anguish wear away thy life , The victim of a useless constancy . I must not see thee ...
... poor mother with a mute entreaty Fixed her faint eyes on mine . Ah not for this , That I should let thee feed thy soul with gloom , And with slow anguish wear away thy life , The victim of a useless constancy . I must not see thee ...
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... and drag , And my lip falls with such an idiot laugh , That you would start and shudder ! TERESA . But your husband- ALHADRA . A month's imprisonment would kill him , Lady . Alas , poor man ! TERESA . ALHADRA . He 164 REMORSE .
... and drag , And my lip falls with such an idiot laugh , That you would start and shudder ! TERESA . But your husband- ALHADRA . A month's imprisonment would kill him , Lady . Alas , poor man ! TERESA . ALHADRA . He 164 REMORSE .
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ALHADRA ALVAR ancient Mariner Andreas arms babe beneath BETHLEN bless blood brother Cain cavern CHEF RAGOZZI child Christabel curse dæmons dare dark dead dear death didst doth dream dungeon Enter Exit face faith fancy father fear gentle Geraldine GLYCINE groan guilt hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope Hush Illyria innocent ISIDORE king kneel Lady Sarolta LASKA light live look Lord Casimir LORD RUDOLPH Lord Valdez loud maid methought MONVIEDRO moon moonlight Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er OLD BATHORY ORDONIO pause Pestalutz pray RAAB KIUPRILI rock Roland de Vaux round S. T. COLERIDGE Saints shield seemed shadow ship Sir Leoline sleep smile soul spake speak spirit stood strange sweet sword tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thing thou art thought traitor Twas tyrant voice Wedding-Guest wood ZAPOLYA ZULIMEZ
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Page 5 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Page 28 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Page 12 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Page 16 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Page 9 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the Stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Page 11 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 19 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.