The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 7
... woods ! that wave o'er Avon's rocky steep , To Fancy's ear sweet is your murmuring deep ! For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave Watching , with wistful eye , the saddening tints of eve . Here , far from men , amid this pathless ...
... woods ! that wave o'er Avon's rocky steep , To Fancy's ear sweet is your murmuring deep ! For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave Watching , with wistful eye , the saddening tints of eve . Here , far from men , amid this pathless ...
الصفحة 9
... wood - covered hill , is an excavation called the Pixies ' Parlour . The roots of old trees form its ceiling ; and on its sides are innumerable cyphers , among which the author dis- covered his own and those of his brothers , cut by the ...
... wood - covered hill , is an excavation called the Pixies ' Parlour . The roots of old trees form its ceiling ; and on its sides are innumerable cyphers , among which the author dis- covered his own and those of his brothers , cut by the ...
الصفحة 12
... a softer day Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive beam : For ' mid the quivering light ' tis ours to play , Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream . VIII Welcome , Ladies ! to the cell Where the I 2 JUVENILE POEMS .
... a softer day Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive beam : For ' mid the quivering light ' tis ours to play , Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream . VIII Welcome , Ladies ! to the cell Where the I 2 JUVENILE POEMS .
الصفحة 22
... wood , hill , dale , and sparkling brook between ! Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song , That soars on Morning's wing your vales among . Scenes of my Hope ! the aching eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve ...
... wood , hill , dale , and sparkling brook between ! Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled song , That soars on Morning's wing your vales among . Scenes of my Hope ! the aching eye ye leave Like yon bright hues that paint the clouds of eve ...
الصفحة 32
... wood - nymph , Solitude ; Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The hermit - fountain of some dripping cell ! Pride of the Vale ! thy useful streams supply The scattered cots and peaceful hamlet nigh . The elfin tribe around thy ...
... wood - nymph , Solitude ; Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The hermit - fountain of some dripping cell ! Pride of the Vale ! thy useful streams supply The scattered cots and peaceful hamlet nigh . The elfin tribe around thy ...
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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.