The poetical works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, ed. by T. Ashe, Volume 2G. Bell, 1885 - English poetry |
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... Sleep 217 On taking Leave of 1807 219 • A Child's Evening Prayer 221 * Psyche 222 · : Alice Du Clos or the Forked Tongue . A Ballad 223 I. Complaint 231 231 Song . Zapolya " A Day Dream Separation * Israel's Lament * The Good Man's ...
... Sleep 217 On taking Leave of 1807 219 • A Child's Evening Prayer 221 * Psyche 222 · : Alice Du Clos or the Forked Tongue . A Ballad 223 I. Complaint 231 231 Song . Zapolya " A Day Dream Separation * Israel's Lament * The Good Man's ...
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... pride and regret , and with a bowed mind , ' to & c . & c . The edition of 1828 reads " and submitted mind , " which the edition of 1834 should probably have followed . Raises its fateful strings from sleep , ' I bid SIBYLLINE LEAVES . 5.
... pride and regret , and with a bowed mind , ' to & c . & c . The edition of 1828 reads " and submitted mind , " which the edition of 1834 should probably have followed . Raises its fateful strings from sleep , ' I bid SIBYLLINE LEAVES . 5.
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... Warsaw's plain ! Ye that erst at Ismail's tower , When human ruin choked the streams , i Raises , & c . ] " Forbids its fateful strings to sleep . " - 1796 . -- Fell in conquest's glutted hour , ' Mid women's shrieks 6 POEMS OF COLERIDGE .
... Warsaw's plain ! Ye that erst at Ismail's tower , When human ruin choked the streams , i Raises , & c . ] " Forbids its fateful strings to sleep . " - 1796 . -- Fell in conquest's glutted hour , ' Mid women's shrieks 6 POEMS OF COLERIDGE .
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... sleep thy bolts un- hurl'd ? " 2 Cold sweat - drops .... death ! ] A close imitation of Sappho's song , which Catullus attempted to translate , re- linquishing the attempt in disgust : -Otium , Catulle , tibi molestum est . When all ...
... sleep thy bolts un- hurl'd ? " 2 Cold sweat - drops .... death ! ] A close imitation of Sappho's song , which Catullus attempted to translate , re- linquishing the attempt in disgust : -Otium , Catulle , tibi molestum est . When all ...
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... sleep . Away , my soul , away ! In vain , in vain , the birds of warning sing ! And hark ! I hear the famish'd brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away , my soul , away ! I , unpartaking of the evil thing , With ...
... sleep . Away , my soul , away ! In vain , in vain , the birds of warning sing ! And hark ! I hear the famish'd brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away , my soul , away ! I , unpartaking of the evil thing , With ...
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ANTISTROPHE babe beloved beneath Biographia Literaria birds blessed bower breast breath breeze bright cheek child cloud Coleridge's Cottle dark dear death deep doth dream earth editions of 1828 epigram fair fancy father fear feel flowers gazed gentle green groan Hartley Coleridge hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hills hope Kubla Khan Lady Lewti light lines look'd Lord Love's Lyrical Ballads maid methinks mighty mind moon Morning Post mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er once poem poet poor printed rock round S. T. Coleridge Sara Coleridge seem'd silent sing Skiddaw sleep smile soft song soul sound spirit stars stood stream sweet swelling tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought trembling turn'd twas Twill verse vex'd voice wild wind wings Wordsworth written youth
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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...