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... Lady Sonnet 1. My heart has thanked thee , Bowles ! II . As late I lay in slumber's shadowy vale III . Though roused by that dark Vizir Riot rude JV . When British Freedom for a happier land . v . It was some Spirit , Sheridan ! that ...
... Lady Sonnet 1. My heart has thanked thee , Bowles ! II . As late I lay in slumber's shadowy vale III . Though roused by that dark Vizir Riot rude JV . When British Freedom for a happier land . v . It was some Spirit , Sheridan ! that ...
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... Lady , with Falconer's " Shipwreck " 172 To a Young Lady , on her Recovery from a Fever 174 Something Childish , but very Naturai 175 Home - sick 175 Answer to a Child's Question 176 The Visionary Hope 177 The Happy Husband 178 ...
... Lady , with Falconer's " Shipwreck " 172 To a Young Lady , on her Recovery from a Fever 174 Something Childish , but very Naturai 175 Home - sick 175 Answer to a Child's Question 176 The Visionary Hope 177 The Happy Husband 178 ...
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... Ladies ! to our cell . Here the wren of softest note Builds its nest and warbles well ; Here the blackbird strains his throat ; Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . II . When fades the moon all shadowy - pale , And scuds the cloud before ...
... Ladies ! to our cell . Here the wren of softest note Builds its nest and warbles well ; Here the blackbird strains his throat ; Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . II . When fades the moon all shadowy - pale , And scuds the cloud before ...
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... Ladies ! to the cell Where the blameless Pixies dwell : But thou , sweet Nymph ! proclaimed our Faery Queen , With what obeisance meet Thy presence shall we greet ? For lo ! attendant on thy steps are seen Graceful Ease in artless stole ...
... Ladies ! to the cell Where the blameless Pixies dwell : But thou , sweet Nymph ! proclaimed our Faery Queen , With what obeisance meet Thy presence shall we greet ? For lo ! attendant on thy steps are seen Graceful Ease in artless stole ...
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... lady's harp , What time the languishment of lonely love Melts in her eye , and heaves her breast of snow , Are not so sweet , as is the voice of her , My Sara - best beloved of human kind ! When breathing the pure soul of tenderness ...
... lady's harp , What time the languishment of lonely love Melts in her eye , and heaves her breast of snow , Are not so sweet , as is the voice of her , My Sara - best beloved of human kind ! When breathing the pure soul of tenderness ...
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Albatross amid arms babe Bard beneath bird blessed blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dance dark dear deep dream earth fair fancy fear feelings flowers gale gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist light limbs look loud maid meek melancholy mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Peace Pixies poem poor prayed Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothing sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stept strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil twas Twill vale voice ween wild wind wing youth
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Page 293 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Page 227 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Page 282 - They parted— ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining— 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, 425 The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 271 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 293 - 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 292 - 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...
Page 90 - I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Page 228 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan; Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Page 82 - 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 75 - 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. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.