The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, Volume 2W. Pickering, 1829 |
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... thou art long , and lank , and brown , As is the ribbed sea - sand . * I fear thee and thy glittering eye , And thy skinny hand , so brown . " - Fear not , fear not , thou . Wedding - Guest ! This body dropt not down . Alone , alone ...
... thou art long , and lank , and brown , As is the ribbed sea - sand . * I fear thee and thy glittering eye , And thy skinny hand , so brown . " - Fear not , fear not , thou . Wedding - Guest ! This body dropt not down . Alone , alone ...
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... art thou ? ” falls on him . Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woeful agony , Which forced me to begin my tale ; And then it left me free . And ever and Since then , at an uncertain hour , anon through- out his future That ...
... art thou ? ” falls on him . Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woeful agony , Which forced me to begin my tale ; And then it left me free . And ever and Since then , at an uncertain hour , anon through- out his future That ...
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... art thou ? The lady strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : - Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness : Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear ! Said Christabel , How camest thou here ...
... art thou ? The lady strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : - Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness : Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear ! Said Christabel , How camest thou here ...
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... Thou and I were one , I'll think it but a fond conceit- It cannot be , that Thou art gone ! Thy Vesper - bell hath not yet toll'd : — And thou wert aye a Masker bold ! What strange Disguise hast now put on , To make believe , that thou art ...
... Thou and I were one , I'll think it but a fond conceit- It cannot be , that Thou art gone ! Thy Vesper - bell hath not yet toll'd : — And thou wert aye a Masker bold ! What strange Disguise hast now put on , To make believe , that thou art ...
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... thou haunt'st me ; and though well I see , She is not thou , and only thou art she , Still , still as though some dear embodied Good , Some living Love before my eyes there stood With answering look a ready ear to lend , I mourn to thee ...
... thou haunt'st me ; and though well I see , She is not thou , and only thou art she , Still , still as though some dear embodied Good , Some living Love before my eyes there stood With answering look a ready ear to lend , I mourn to thee ...
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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.