The Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Prefatory Notice, Biographical and CriticalW. Scott, 1884 - 294 pages |
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... wild , yet so rounded and so complete - no poem whose splendour or sublimity glides so stealthily into the mind of the reader , and with such subtlety takes possession of the soul and fills it with the most supreme delight— 22 PREFATORY ...
... wild , yet so rounded and so complete - no poem whose splendour or sublimity glides so stealthily into the mind of the reader , and with such subtlety takes possession of the soul and fills it with the most supreme delight— 22 PREFATORY ...
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... wild , so con- summately devilish in its coolness , so unutterably scathing and swift . It is professedly a political poem , but who ever thinks of politics - of the follies , the blunders , or , if you will , the misdeeds of a Willie ...
... wild , so con- summately devilish in its coolness , so unutterably scathing and swift . It is professedly a political poem , but who ever thinks of politics - of the follies , the blunders , or , if you will , the misdeeds of a Willie ...
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... wild flowers . And will your mother pity me , Who am a maiden most forlorn ? Christabel answered - Woe is me ! She died the hour that I was born . I have heard the gray - haired friar tell , How on her death - bed she did say , That she ...
... wild flowers . And will your mother pity me , Who am a maiden most forlorn ? Christabel answered - Woe is me ! She died the hour that I was born . I have heard the gray - haired friar tell , How on her death - bed she did say , That she ...
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... wild - flower wine she drank ; Her fair large eyes ' gan glitter bright , And from the floor whereon she sank , The lofty lady stood upright ; She was most beautiful to see , Like a lady of a far countree . And thus the lofty lady spake ...
... wild - flower wine she drank ; Her fair large eyes ' gan glitter bright , And from the floor whereon she sank , The lofty lady stood upright ; She was most beautiful to see , Like a lady of a far countree . And thus the lofty lady spake ...
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... wild , Sir Leoline ? Thy only child Lies at thy feet , thy joy , thy pride , So fair , so innocent , so mild ; The same , for whom thy lady died ! O by the pangs of her dear mother Think thou no evil of thy child ! For her , and thee ...
... wild , Sir Leoline ? Thy only child Lies at thy feet , thy joy , thy pride , So fair , so innocent , so mild ; The same , for whom thy lady died ! O by the pangs of her dear mother Think thou no evil of thy child ! For her , and thee ...
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ALHADRA Alvar ancient Mariner arms babe bard beneath blessed breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brother calm child Christabel cloud Coleridge curse dark dead dear deep didst doth dream earth face fair fancies father fear gaze genius gentle Geraldine groan guilt hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope Isid Isidore JOSEPH SKIPSEY Kubla Khan lady land of mist light limbs listen live look lord loud Lyrical Ballads maid moon Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er night o'er once ORDONIO pang pause poem pray Roland de Vaux round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scorn ship sight silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet swelling tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thing thou thought Twas Valdez voice ween wild wind
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Page 46 - 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. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge.
Page 82 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice I And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry,
Page 81 - Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover I And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced...
Page 49 - 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 52 - The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Page 81 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Page 38 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Page 57 - 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 47 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! "And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute.
Page 72 - They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.