The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, Volume 2W. Pickering, 1829 |
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... thine Have been the lovely lady's prison . O Geraldine ! one hour was thine- Thou'st had thy will ! By tairn and rill , The night - birds all that hour were still . But now they are jubilant anew , From cliff and tower , tu - whoo ! tu ...
... thine Have been the lovely lady's prison . O Geraldine ! one hour was thine- Thou'st had thy will ! By tairn and rill , The night - birds all that hour were still . But now they are jubilant anew , From cliff and tower , tu - whoo ! tu ...
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... Nay , by my soul ! " said Leoline . " Ho ! Bracy the bard , the charge be thine ! " Go thou , with music sweet and loud , " And take two steeds with trappings proud , VOL . II . F " And take the youth whom thou lov'st best " CHRISTABEL .
... Nay , by my soul ! " said Leoline . " Ho ! Bracy the bard , the charge be thine ! " Go thou , with music sweet and loud , " And take two steeds with trappings proud , VOL . II . F " And take the youth whom thou lov'st best " CHRISTABEL .
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... deadly pangs beguiled , Sir Leoline ! And would'st thou wrong thy only child , Her child and thine ? Within the Baron's heart and brain If thoughts , like these , had any share , They only swelled his rage and pain , And did CHRISTABEL .
... deadly pangs beguiled , Sir Leoline ! And would'st thou wrong thy only child , Her child and thine ? Within the Baron's heart and brain If thoughts , like these , had any share , They only swelled his rage and pain , And did CHRISTABEL .
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... altered Size : But SPRINGTIDE blossoms on thy Lips , And Tears take sunshine from thine Life is but Thought : so think I will That YOUTH and I are House - mates still . eyes ! I 惠 A DAY DREAM . My eyes make pictures , 82 YOUTH AND AGE .
... altered Size : But SPRINGTIDE blossoms on thy Lips , And Tears take sunshine from thine Life is but Thought : so think I will That YOUTH and I are House - mates still . eyes ! I 惠 A DAY DREAM . My eyes make pictures , 82 YOUTH AND AGE .
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... Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play- ' Tis Mary's hand upon my brow ! But let me check this tender lay Which none may hear but she and thou ! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming , Murmur it to yourselves , ye two beloved women ...
... Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play- ' Tis Mary's hand upon my brow ! But let me check this tender lay Which none may hear but she and thou ! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming , Murmur it to yourselves , ye two beloved women ...
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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.