The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...William Pickering, 1828 |
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... flower . A third and heavier accusa- tion has been brought against me , that of obscurity ; but not , I think , with equal justice . An Author is obscure , when his conceptions are dim and imperfect , and his language incorrect , or ...
... flower . A third and heavier accusa- tion has been brought against me , that of obscurity ; but not , I think , with equal justice . An Author is obscure , when his conceptions are dim and imperfect , and his language incorrect , or ...
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... flower's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues Richer than the deepened bloom That glows on Summer's lily - scented plume : Or sport amid the rosy gleam Soothed by the distant - tinkling team , While lusty Labour scouting sorrow ...
... flower's fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues Richer than the deepened bloom That glows on Summer's lily - scented plume : Or sport amid the rosy gleam Soothed by the distant - tinkling team , While lusty Labour scouting sorrow ...
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... flower - caressing sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam , By lonely OTTER's sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er 22 JUVENILE POEMS .
... flower - caressing sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam , By lonely OTTER's sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song Dashed o'er 22 JUVENILE POEMS .
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... , Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws , We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek ; And , haply , from the nectar - breathing ROSE Extract a BLUSH for LOVE ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A 24 JUVENILE POEMS .
... , Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws , We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek ; And , haply , from the nectar - breathing ROSE Extract a BLUSH for LOVE ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A 24 JUVENILE POEMS .
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... Flowers ! which Joy from Eden stole While Innocence stood smiling by ! - But cease , fond Heart ! this bootless moan : Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown Shall yet return , by Absence crowned , And scatter livelier roses round . The SUN ...
... Flowers ! which Joy from Eden stole While Innocence stood smiling by ! - But cease , fond Heart ! this bootless moan : Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown Shall yet return , by Absence crowned , And scatter livelier roses round . The SUN ...
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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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Página 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!
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 159 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Página 330 - I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Página 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.