Poems, Ausgabe 346N. Biggs, 1797 - 278 Seiten |
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... Slow journeys onward poor Misfortune's child ; When fades each lovely form by Fancy drest , And inly pines the self - consuming breast ; ( No scourge of scorpions in thy right arm dread , No helmed terrors nodding o'er thy head ...
... Slow journeys onward poor Misfortune's child ; When fades each lovely form by Fancy drest , And inly pines the self - consuming breast ; ( No scourge of scorpions in thy right arm dread , No helmed terrors nodding o'er thy head ...
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... slow sequester'd tide Lone - glittering , thro ' the high tree branching wide . And here , in INSPIRATION's eager hour , When most the big soul feels the mad'ning pow'r , These wilds , these caverns roaming o'er , Round which 24.
... slow sequester'd tide Lone - glittering , thro ' the high tree branching wide . And here , in INSPIRATION's eager hour , When most the big soul feels the mad'ning pow'r , These wilds , these caverns roaming o'er , Round which 24.
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... slow Pang that gnaws unseen ; Then shipwreck'd on Life's stormy sea I heav'd an anguish'd SIGH for thee ! But soon Reflection's power imprest A ftiller sadness on my breast ; D And sickly Hope with waning eye Was well content to 49.
... slow Pang that gnaws unseen ; Then shipwreck'd on Life's stormy sea I heav'd an anguish'd SIGH for thee ! But soon Reflection's power imprest A ftiller sadness on my breast ; D And sickly Hope with waning eye Was well content to 49.
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... slow foot wan- d'ring near I bless thy milky waters cold and clear . Escap'd the flashing of the noontide hours With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers ( Ere from thy zephyr - haunted brink I turn ) My languid hand shall wreath thy ...
... slow foot wan- d'ring near I bless thy milky waters cold and clear . Escap'd the flashing of the noontide hours With one fresh garland of Pierian flowers ( Ere from thy zephyr - haunted brink I turn ) My languid hand shall wreath thy ...
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... slow heart was only sad , when first I scann'd that face of feeble infancy : For dimly on my thoughtful spirit burst All I had been , and all my babe might be ! But when I saw it on its Mother's arm , And hanging at her bosom ( she the ...
... slow heart was only sad , when first I scann'd that face of feeble infancy : For dimly on my thoughtful spirit burst All I had been , and all my babe might be ! But when I saw it on its Mother's arm , And hanging at her bosom ( she the ...
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anguish ANTISTROPHE aught bend beneath bleak bless blest bliss blossom bosom breast breath brood CHARLES LAMB CHARLES LLOYD charm CHATTERTON cheek child clouds dark dart dear delight didst dost thou dream dwell e'en earth EPODE Ev'n faery faint Fancy Fancy's fear feelings flower French Revolution Friend Friendship's gale gaze gentle gleam green haply hath heart Heaven Heliconia holy Hope hour hues infant JOSEPH COTTLE kiss lonely lov'd Love maid meek mild mind Monody muse Note to Line o'er o'er thy pale Peace pensive Petrarch PIXIES Poems poison'd Ptol River Otter S. T. COLERIDGE scene seem'd shade shed sigh sleep smile soft song Sonnet 9 SONNET II SONNET VII sooth'd soothing sorrows soul spirit stream sublime sweet swell tear thee thine thought thro Throne trembling Twas vale viewless ween weep wild wing youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 136 - And immediately I was in the spirit: and, behold, a throne was set in heaven, and one sat on the throne. And he that sat was to look upon like a jasper and a sardine stone: and there was a rainbow round about the throne, in sight like unto an emerald.
Seite 4 - Art thou better than populous No, that was situate among the rivers, that had the waters round about it, whose rampart was the sea, and her wall was from the sea?
Seite 88 - But thy more serious eye a mild reproof Darts, O beloved woman ! nor such thoughts Dim and unhallowed dost thou not reject, And biddest me walk humbly with my God.
Seite 90 - Low was our pretty Cot: our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The Sea's faint murmur.
Seite 94 - ... the wretched, Nursing in some delicious solitude Their slothful loves and dainty sympathies ! I therefore go, and join head, heart, and hand, Active and firm, to fight the bloodless fight Of science, freedom, and the truth in Christ.
Seite 88 - Full many a thought uncall'd and undetain'd, And many idle flitting phantasies, Traverse my indolent and passive brain, As wild and various as the random gales That swell and flutter on this subject lute...
Seite xi - Poetry has been to me its own " exceeding great reward:" it has soothed my afflictions, it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments; it has endeared solitude; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the Good and the Beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
Seite 86 - 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...
Seite 16 - Hence, gloomy thoughts ! no more my soul shall dwell On joys that were ! No more endure to weigh The shame and anguish of the evil day, Wisely forgetful ! O'er the ocean swell Sublime of Hope I seek the cottaged dell Where Virtue calm with careless step may stray...
Seite 36 - Forlorn! I hail thee Brother — spite of the fool's scorn! And fain would take thee with me, in the Dell Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell, Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride, And Laughter tickle Plenty's ribless side!