The poetical works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, ed. by T. Ashe, Volume 2G. Bell, 1885 - English poetry |
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... o'er cradled infants bending Hope has fix'd her wishful gaze ; Hither , in perplexed dance , Ye Woes ! ye young - eyed Joys ! advance ! By Time's wild harp , and by the hand Whose indefatigable sweep A bowed mind . ] In the first draft ...
... o'er cradled infants bending Hope has fix'd her wishful gaze ; Hither , in perplexed dance , Ye Woes ! ye young - eyed Joys ! advance ! By Time's wild harp , and by the hand Whose indefatigable sweep A bowed mind . ] In the first draft ...
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... O'er Nature struggling in portentous birth , Weep and rejoice ! Still echoes the dread Name , that o'er the earth Let slip the storm , and woke the brood of Hell : And now advance in saintly jubilee Justice and Truth ! They too have ...
... O'er Nature struggling in portentous birth , Weep and rejoice ! Still echoes the dread Name , that o'er the earth Let slip the storm , and woke the brood of Hell : And now advance in saintly jubilee Justice and Truth ! They too have ...
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... o'er the ethereal multitude , Whose locks with wreaths , whose wreaths with glories shone.3 1 Women's shrieks , & c . ] Thirty thousand human beings , men , women , and children , murdered in cold blood , for no other crime than that ...
... o'er the ethereal multitude , Whose locks with wreaths , whose wreaths with glories shone.3 1 Women's shrieks , & c . ] Thirty thousand human beings , men , women , and children , murdered in cold blood , for no other crime than that ...
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... o'er , the day - light fled , And the night - wind clamours hoarse ! See the starting wretch's head Lies pillow'd on a brother's corse ! ) Not yet enslaved , not wholly vile , O Albion ! O my mother Isle ! Thy valleys , fair as Eden's ...
... o'er , the day - light fled , And the night - wind clamours hoarse ! See the starting wretch's head Lies pillow'd on a brother's corse ! ) Not yet enslaved , not wholly vile , O Albion ! O my mother Isle ! Thy valleys , fair as Eden's ...
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... o'er flowering weeds I wound , Inspired , beyond the guess of folly , By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound ! O ye loud Waves ! and O ye Forests high ! * Published in 4to , in 1798 , together with Fears in Soli- tude and Frost ...
... o'er flowering weeds I wound , Inspired , beyond the guess of folly , By each rude shape and wild unconquerable sound ! O ye loud Waves ! and O ye Forests high ! * Published in 4to , in 1798 , together with Fears in Soli- tude and Frost ...
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Page 145 - To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud, Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element...
Page 125 - mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe! shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds, Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in himself.
Page 40 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, ' Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve...
Page 87 - Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
Page 203 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines; if that indeed can be called composition' in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Page 206 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves ; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
Page 192 - And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
Page 205 - 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 88 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows?
Page 145 - Life and life's effluence, cloud at once and shower, Joy, Lady, is the spirit and the power, Which wedding nature to us gives in dower, A new Earth and new Heaven Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud...