The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Volumen7Harper & brothers, 1858 |
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... dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While " mid the pelting of that merciless storm , " Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famished form ! Sublime of thought , and confident of fame , From vales where Avon winds the Minstrel * came . Light ...
... dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While " mid the pelting of that merciless storm , " Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famished form ! Sublime of thought , and confident of fame , From vales where Avon winds the Minstrel * came . Light ...
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... dead ! " The scene is changed and Fortune's gale Shall belly out each prosperous sail . Yet sudden wealth full well I know Did never Happiness bestow . That wealth , to which we were not born Dooms us to sorrow or to scorn . Behold yon ...
... dead ! " The scene is changed and Fortune's gale Shall belly out each prosperous sail . Yet sudden wealth full well I know Did never Happiness bestow . That wealth , to which we were not born Dooms us to sorrow or to scorn . Behold yon ...
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... dead Man's ear ? ' Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless Cares , and smiling Courtesies . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues ...
... dead Man's ear ? ' Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless Cares , and smiling Courtesies . Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues ...
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... Dead Rise to new life , whoe'er from earliest time With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan , Coadjutors of God . To Milton's trump The high groves of the renovated Earth Unbosom their glad echoes ; inly hushed , Adoring ...
... Dead Rise to new life , whoe'er from earliest time With conscious zeal had urged Love's wondrous plan , Coadjutors of God . To Milton's trump The high groves of the renovated Earth Unbosom their glad echoes ; inly hushed , Adoring ...
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... dead . ' Twas the cold season when the rustic's eye From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields Rolls for relief to watch the skyey tints And clouds slow varying their huge imagery ; When now , as she was wont , the healthful Maid ...
... dead . ' Twas the cold season when the rustic's eye From the drear desolate whiteness of his fields Rolls for relief to watch the skyey tints And clouds slow varying their huge imagery ; When now , as she was wont , the healthful Maid ...
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Página 212 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam ; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 155 - GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD! God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD!
Página 154 - 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 1 — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains...
Página 206 - 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 154 - 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 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing— there, As in her natural form, swelled...
Página 210 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Página 155 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Página 220 - Push on, push on!' Said the Hermit cheerily. " The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard.
Página 126 - 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 ruin'd tower.
Página 211 - 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 the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.