The poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, with a prefatory notice, by J. Skipsey |
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... rose is she ; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy . The Wedding - Guest he beat his breast , Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man The bright - eyed Mariner . " And now the storm - blast ...
... rose is she ; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy . The Wedding - Guest he beat his breast , Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man The bright - eyed Mariner . " And now the storm - blast ...
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... rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he , Still hid in mist , and on the left Went down into the sea . And the good south wind still blew behind , But no sweet bird did follow , Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners ...
... rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he , Still hid in mist , and on the left Went down into the sea . And the good south wind still blew behind , But no sweet bird did follow , Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners ...
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... rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again , Now mixed , now one by one . Sometimes a - dropping from the sky I ...
... rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again , Now mixed , now one by one . Sometimes a - dropping from the sky I ...
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... sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn . And to teach by his own example love and re- verence to all things that God made and loveth . CHRISTABEL . PART I. IS the middle of night by THE ANCIENT MARINER . 57.
... sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn . And to teach by his own example love and re- verence to all things that God made and loveth . CHRISTABEL . PART I. IS the middle of night by THE ANCIENT MARINER . 57.
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... and free Home to your noble father's hall . She rose and forth with steps they passed That strove to be , and were not , fast . Her gracious stars the lady blest , And thus spake on sweet Christabel : All our household CHRISTABEL . 61.
... and free Home to your noble father's hall . She rose and forth with steps they passed That strove to be , and were not , fast . Her gracious stars the lady blest , And thus spake on sweet Christabel : All our household CHRISTABEL . 61.
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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
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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...