The poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, with a prefatory notice, by J. Skipsey |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 47
Page v
... Dark Ladie The Ballad of the Dark Ladie Alice Du Clos Fire , Famine , and Slaughter Youth and Age · Page 9 33 58 80 82 86 98 99 102 109 113 Page The Pains of Sleep 115 Lewti 117 Ode to. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
... Dark Ladie The Ballad of the Dark Ladie Alice Du Clos Fire , Famine , and Slaughter Youth and Age · Page 9 33 58 80 82 86 98 99 102 109 113 Page The Pains of Sleep 115 Lewti 117 Ode to. The Rime of the Ancient Mariner.
Page 9
... dark pillar not yet named - Samuel Taylor Coleridge , metaphysician , logician , bard . " So , on his imagination recurring to the past , cried Charles Lamb , who , of all the men of his age , best knew and appreciated the great bard ...
... dark pillar not yet named - Samuel Taylor Coleridge , metaphysician , logician , bard . " So , on his imagination recurring to the past , cried Charles Lamb , who , of all the men of his age , best knew and appreciated the great bard ...
Page 25
... Dark Ladie " -another divine fragment , by the way , and the beauty of which also leaves a pang in the heart of the reader to think it was never allowed to grow into a rounded whole . In yet another fragment , the " Three Graves , " we ...
... Dark Ladie " -another divine fragment , by the way , and the beauty of which also leaves a pang in the heart of the reader to think it was never allowed to grow into a rounded whole . In yet another fragment , the " Three Graves , " we ...
Page 41
... dark ; With far - heard whisper , o'er the sea , Off shot the spectre - bark . We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The ...
... dark ; With far - heard whisper , o'er the sea , Off shot the spectre - bark . We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The ...
Page 58
... dark ? The night is chilly but not dark . The thin gray cloud is spread on high , It covers but not hides the sky . The moon is behind , and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull . The night is chill , the cloud is gray ...
... dark ? The night is chilly but not dark . The thin gray cloud is spread on high , It covers but not hides the sky . The moon is behind , and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull . The night is chill , the cloud is gray ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
Page 48 - 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 135 - 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 almoit grown the habit of my soul.
Page 55 - 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 51 - Is it he? quoth one, '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 57 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. 'Ha ! ha ! ' quoth he, 'full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Page 133 - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live : Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed 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 177 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Page 74 - 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, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 179 - Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover, It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs Tempt to repeat the wrong ! And now, its strings Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes Over delicious surges sink and rise, Such a soft floating witchery of sound As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land...
Page 86 - That crazed that bold and lovely knight, And that he crossed the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night ; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, — There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright...