The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...William Pickering, 1828 |
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... reports 48 To a Young Lady with a Poem on the French Revolution 51 Sonnet I. My Heart has thanked thee Bowles ........ 54 -II . As late I lay in Slumber's Shadowy Vale .... 55 Page Sonnet III . Though roused by that dark Vizir.
... reports 48 To a Young Lady with a Poem on the French Revolution 51 Sonnet I. My Heart has thanked thee Bowles ........ 54 -II . As late I lay in Slumber's Shadowy Vale .... 55 Page Sonnet III . Though roused by that dark Vizir.
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... Lady , with Falconer's Shipwreck ....... To a Young Lady on her recovery from a Fever Something Childish , but very Natural .. Home - sick : written in Germany Answer to a Child's Question The Visionary Hope 194 196 .... 198 200 202 203 ...
... Lady , with Falconer's Shipwreck ....... To a Young Lady on her recovery from a Fever Something Childish , but very Natural .. Home - sick : written in Germany Answer to a Child's Question The Visionary Hope 194 196 .... 198 200 202 203 ...
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... Lady , offended by a sportive observation . 86 Reason for Love's Blindness ... 86 Lines suggested by the Last Word's of Berengarius 87 The Devil's Thoughts 89 The Alienated Mistress 93 Page The Wanderings of Cain Constancy to an Ideal ...
... Lady , offended by a sportive observation . 86 Reason for Love's Blindness ... 86 Lines suggested by the Last Word's of Berengarius 87 The Devil's Thoughts 89 The Alienated Mistress 93 Page The Wanderings of Cain Constancy to an Ideal ...
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... Being's passless mound ? Tell me , cold grave ! is Death with poppies crowned ? Tired Centinel ! mid fitful starts I nod , And fain would sleep , though pillowed on a clod ! TO A YOUNG LADY , WITH A POEM ON THE 50 JUVENILE POEMS .
... Being's passless mound ? Tell me , cold grave ! is Death with poppies crowned ? Tired Centinel ! mid fitful starts I nod , And fain would sleep , though pillowed on a clod ! TO A YOUNG LADY , WITH A POEM ON THE 50 JUVENILE POEMS .
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... LADY , WITH A POEM ON THE FRENCH REVOLUTION . MUCH on my early youth I love to dwell , Ere yet I bade that friendly dome farewell , Where first , beneath the echoing cloisters pale , I heard of guilt and wondered at the tale ! Yet ...
... LADY , WITH A POEM ON THE FRENCH REVOLUTION . MUCH on my early youth I love to dwell , Ere yet I bade that friendly dome farewell , Where first , beneath the echoing cloisters pale , I heard of guilt and wondered at the tale ! Yet ...
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amid anguish arms Asplenium Scolopendrium babe behold beneath blessed bower breast breath breeze bright BROCKLEY COOMB brow calm cheek child clouds Dæmon dance dark dart dear deep dream Earl HENRY Earth Ellen fair Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gale gaze gentle gleam groans haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy Hope hour hues infant Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN Lewti light limbs lonely Love Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind Mocketh MONODY Moon mossy Mother murmur muse ne'er night o'er pale PATRICK SPENCE pause Peace PIXIES pleasure Poem poor rose round S. T. COLERIDGE SHURTON sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrows soul spirit stars stream sunny sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought Thought Industrious Throne toil trembling twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wing youth
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Seite 213 - 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? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Seite 330 - 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...
Seite 289 - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful they are...
Seite 328 - ... all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone had been cast, but alas! without the after restoration of the latter...
Seite 100 - Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream ! The veiling clouds retire, And lo ! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
Seite 329 - 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.
Seite 103 - For all that meets the bodily sense I deem Symbolical, one mighty alphabet For infant minds ; and we in this low world Placed with our backs to bright reality, That we may learn with young unwounded ken The substance from its shadow.
Seite 159 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Seite 330 - I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Seite 211 - As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought; entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.