The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة x
... song , for him I have not written . Intelligibilia , non intel- lectum adfero . 66 I expect neither profit nor general fame by my writings ; and I consider myself as having been amply repaid without either . Poetry has been to me its ...
... song , for him I have not written . Intelligibilia , non intel- lectum adfero . 66 I expect neither profit nor general fame by my writings ; and I consider myself as having been amply repaid without either . Poetry has been to me its ...
الصفحة xi
... Songs of the Pixies 9 The Raven ...... 13 Absence , a Farewell Ode 15 Sonnet . On the same ................................. . 16 To the Muse 16 With Fielding's Amelia 17 On receiving an Account that his only Sister's Death was ...
... Songs of the Pixies 9 The Raven ...... 13 Absence , a Farewell Ode 15 Sonnet . On the same ................................. . 16 To the Muse 16 With Fielding's Amelia 17 On receiving an Account that his only Sister's Death was ...
الصفحة xiv
... Song to Purcell's Music 198 Addressed to a Young Man of Fortune 199 Sonnet . To the River Otter .... Composed on a journey homeward , the 200 Author having received intelligence of the Birth of a Son 200 To a Friend 201 The Virgin's ...
... Song to Purcell's Music 198 Addressed to a Young Man of Fortune 199 Sonnet . To the River Otter .... Composed on a journey homeward , the 200 Author having received intelligence of the Birth of a Son 200 To a Friend 201 The Virgin's ...
الصفحة xv
... Song . From " Zapolya 39 Choral Song . From " Zapolya " . Song of Thekla .... Lines suggested by the last Words of Berengarius . 290 Sancti Dominici Pallium The Devil's Thoughts An Ode to the Rain ...... 292 .............. 294 298 ...
... Song . From " Zapolya 39 Choral Song . From " Zapolya " . Song of Thekla .... Lines suggested by the last Words of Berengarius . 290 Sancti Dominici Pallium The Devil's Thoughts An Ode to the Rain ...... 292 .............. 294 298 ...
الصفحة 1
... song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as ...
... song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as ...
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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.