The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 من الصفحات |
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... sing . Aye as the star of evening flung its beam In broken radiance on the wavy stream , My soul amid the pensive twilight gloom Mourned with the breeze , O Lee Boo ! 1 o'er thy Where'er I wandered , Pity still was near , [ tomb ...
... sing . Aye as the star of evening flung its beam In broken radiance on the wavy stream , My soul amid the pensive twilight gloom Mourned with the breeze , O Lee Boo ! 1 o'er thy Where'er I wandered , Pity still was near , [ tomb ...
الصفحة 36
... sings . September , 1792 . SONNET I. Content , as random Fancies might inspire , If his weak harp at times or lonely lyre He struck with desultory hand , and drew Some softened tones to Nature not untrue . " BOWLES . Y heart has thanked ...
... sings . September , 1792 . SONNET I. Content , as random Fancies might inspire , If his weak harp at times or lonely lyre He struck with desultory hand , and drew Some softened tones to Nature not untrue . " BOWLES . Y heart has thanked ...
الصفحة 55
... sings ; Or if awhile she droop her wings As sky - larks ' mid the corn , On summer fields she grounds her breast : The oblivious poppy o'er her nest Nods , till returning morn . O mark those smiling tears , that swell The opened rose ...
... sings ; Or if awhile she droop her wings As sky - larks ' mid the corn , On summer fields she grounds her breast : The oblivious poppy o'er her nest Nods , till returning morn . O mark those smiling tears , that swell The opened rose ...
الصفحة 58
... sing of mercy ! Which when the Almighty heard from forth his throne Diviner light filled Heaven with ecstasy ! Heaven's hymnings paused : and Hell her yawning Closed a brief moment . [ mouth Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was ...
... sing of mercy ! Which when the Almighty heard from forth his throne Diviner light filled Heaven with ecstasy ! Heaven's hymnings paused : and Hell her yawning Closed a brief moment . [ mouth Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was ...
الصفحة 82
... the clouds Treading , and storms beneath their feet , they soar Higher , and higher soar , and soaring sing Loud songs of triumph ! O ye spirits of God , Hover around my mortal agonies ! " She spake , 82 JUVENILE POEMS .
... the clouds Treading , and storms beneath their feet , they soar Higher , and higher soar , and soaring sing Loud songs of triumph ! O ye spirits of God , Hover around my mortal agonies ! " She spake , 82 JUVENILE POEMS .
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Albatross amid Antistrophe arms babe Bard beneath blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dance dark Dark Ladie dear deep doth dream earth fair fancy fear feel flowers gazed gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven HEXAMETER holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist light limbs listen look loud maid meek melancholy mind moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang Pixies poem prayed rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile soft song soothe sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swelling tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil trembling twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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الصفحة 111 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
الصفحة 235 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
الصفحة 234 - The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan. They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman...
الصفحة 190 - But now afflictions bow me down to earth : Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth, But oh ! each visitation Suspends what nature gave me at my birth, My shaping spirit of Imagination.
الصفحة 144 - Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the Vale ! () struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars...
الصفحة 159 - Friends, whom I never more may meet again, On springy heath, along the hill-top edge, Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance, To that still roaring dell, of which I told; The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep, And only speckled by the mid-day sun...
الصفحة 227 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. "At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
الصفحة 225 - 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.
الصفحة 232 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware. "The selfsame moment I could pray; And from my neck so free The Albatross fell off, and sank Like lead into the sea.
الصفحة 231 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs. Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But oh! more horrible than that Is a curse in a dead man's eye! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse. And yet I could not die.