The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and VerseT. Cowperthwait, 1845 - 546 páginas |
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... true delight To sleep by day and wake all night . I know the place where Lewti lies , When silent night has closed her eyes : It is a breezy jasmine - bower , The nightingale sings o'er her head : Voice of the Night ! had I the power ...
... true delight To sleep by day and wake all night . I know the place where Lewti lies , When silent night has closed her eyes : It is a breezy jasmine - bower , The nightingale sings o'er her head : Voice of the Night ! had I the power ...
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... True , I woo'd her , Hoping to heal a deeper wound ; but she Met my advances with impassion'd pride , EARL HENRY . Ah ! was that bhss Fear'd as an alien , and too vast for man ? For suddenly , impatient of its silence , Did Oropeza ...
... True , I woo'd her , Hoping to heal a deeper wound ; but she Met my advances with impassion'd pride , EARL HENRY . Ah ! was that bhss Fear'd as an alien , and too vast for man ? For suddenly , impatient of its silence , Did Oropeza ...
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... true love in his eye . Lothing thy polluted lot , Hie thee , Maiden , hie thee hence ! Seek thy weeping Mother's cot , With a wiser innocence . Thou hast known deceit and folly , Thou hast felt that vice is woe : With a musing ...
... true love in his eye . Lothing thy polluted lot , Hie thee , Maiden , hie thee hence ! Seek thy weeping Mother's cot , With a wiser innocence . Thou hast known deceit and folly , Thou hast felt that vice is woe : With a musing ...
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... true , Idoloclastes Satyrane ! ( So call him , for so mingling blame with praise , And smiles with anxious looks , his earliest friend Masking his birth - name , wont to character His wild - wood fancy and impetuous zeal ) ' Tis true ...
... true , Idoloclastes Satyrane ! ( So call him , for so mingling blame with praise , And smiles with anxious looks , his earliest friend Masking his birth - name , wont to character His wild - wood fancy and impetuous zeal ) ' Tis true ...
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... true , Whole years of weary days , besieged him close , Even to the gates and inlets of his life ! But it is true , no less , that strenuous , firm , And with a natural gladness , he maintain'd The citadel unconquer'd , and in joy Was ...
... true , Whole years of weary days , besieged him close , Even to the gates and inlets of his life ! But it is true , no less , that strenuous , firm , And with a natural gladness , he maintain'd The citadel unconquer'd , and in joy Was ...
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ALHADRA ALVAR arms beneath BETHLEN BILLAUD VARENNES blessed BUTLER CASIMIR cause character COUNTESS dare dark dear doth dream DUCHESS Duke earth Egra EMERICK Emperor ESSAY evil faith fancy father fear feelings genius GLYCINE GORDON hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honor hope human ILLO Illyria ISIDORE ISOLANI Jacobins lady language LASKA less light live look Lord Lyrical Ballads means metre mind moral mother nation nature never o'er object OCTAVIO OLD BATHORY once ORDONIO Pamphilus passion philosophical Piccolomini poem poet poetic poetry present principles QUESTENBERG RAAB KIUPRILI RAGOZZI Ratzeburg reader reason Robespierre round SAROLTA SCENE sense soul speak spirit sweet TALLIEN TERESA TERTSKY thee THEKLA thine things thou thought tion Treaty of Amiens true truth VALDEZ virtue voice WALLENSTEIN whole wild words WRANGEL ZAPOLYA
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Página 71 - And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Página 77 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Página 49 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of all?
Página 72 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Página 72 - The Sun now 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
Página 72 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 78 - Is the night chilly and 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.
Página 75 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Página 65 - 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 59 - 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...