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... painful and most often an unavailing effort . " But O ! how grateful to a wounded heart The tale of misery to impart- From others ' eyes bid artless sorrows flow , And raise esteem upon the base of woe . " SHAW . The communicativeness ...
... painful and most often an unavailing effort . " But O ! how grateful to a wounded heart The tale of misery to impart- From others ' eyes bid artless sorrows flow , And raise esteem upon the base of woe . " SHAW . The communicativeness ...
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... painful subject of the description . " True ! ” ( it may be answered ) " but how is the Public in- terested in your sorrows or your description ? " We are for ever attributing personal unities to imaginary aggregates . What is the ...
... painful subject of the description . " True ! ” ( it may be answered ) " but how is the Public in- terested in your sorrows or your description ? " We are for ever attributing personal unities to imaginary aggregates . What is the ...
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... 244 245 246 248 249 The Visit of the Gods Elegy 252 · 253 The Destiny of Nations CHRISTABEL KUBLA KHAN , or , A Vision in a Dream THE PAINS OF SLEEP 255 272 · 295 298 · JUVENILE POEMS . GENEVIEVE . AID of my love , CONTENTS . xii.
... 244 245 246 248 249 The Visit of the Gods Elegy 252 · 253 The Destiny of Nations CHRISTABEL KUBLA KHAN , or , A Vision in a Dream THE PAINS OF SLEEP 255 272 · 295 298 · JUVENILE POEMS . GENEVIEVE . AID of my love , CONTENTS . xii.
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... unfeeling heart ; The dread dependence on the low - born mind ; Told every pang , with which thy soul must smart , Neglect , and grinning scorn , and want combined ! Recoiling quick , thou bad'st the friend of pain Roll JUVENILE POEMS .
... unfeeling heart ; The dread dependence on the low - born mind ; Told every pang , with which thy soul must smart , Neglect , and grinning scorn , and want combined ! Recoiling quick , thou bad'st the friend of pain Roll JUVENILE POEMS .
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Recoiling quick , thou bad'st the friend of pain Roll the black tide of Death through every freezing vein ! Ye woods ! that wave o'er Avon's rocky steep , To Fancy's ear sweet is your murmuring deep ! For here ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Recoiling quick , thou bad'st the friend of pain Roll the black tide of Death through every freezing vein ! Ye woods ! that wave o'er Avon's rocky steep , To Fancy's ear sweet is your murmuring deep ! For here ...
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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.