The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Volumen7Harper & brothers, 1858 |
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... smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ...
... smiling sate , and listened to thy lay ; Thy Sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ...
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... smiles the young - eyed Poesy All deftly masked , as hoar Antiquity . Alas , vain Phantasies ! the fleeting brood Of Woe self - solaced in her dreamy mood ! Yet will I love to follow the sweet dream , Where Susquehanna pours his untamed ...
... smiles the young - eyed Poesy All deftly masked , as hoar Antiquity . Alas , vain Phantasies ! the fleeting brood Of Woe self - solaced in her dreamy mood ! Yet will I love to follow the sweet dream , Where Susquehanna pours his untamed ...
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... smile ; In drizzly rains poppean dews O'er the tir'd inmates of the Coach diffuse ; And when thou'st charm'd our eyes to rest Pillowing the chin upon the breast , Bid many a dream from thy dominions Wave its various - painted pinions ...
... smile ; In drizzly rains poppean dews O'er the tir'd inmates of the Coach diffuse ; And when thou'st charm'd our eyes to rest Pillowing the chin upon the breast , Bid many a dream from thy dominions Wave its various - painted pinions ...
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... smiling by ! - But cease , fond Heart ! this bootless moan : Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown Shall yet return , by Absence crowned , And scatter livelier roses round . The Sun who ne'er remits his fires On heedless eyes may pour the ...
... smiling by ! - But cease , fond Heart ! this bootless moan : Those Hours on rapid Pinions flown Shall yet return , by Absence crowned , And scatter livelier roses round . The Sun who ne'er remits his fires On heedless eyes may pour the ...
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... smiles delights to tell Maternal hope , that her lov'd Progeny In all but Sorrows shall Amelias be ! ON RECEIVING AN ACCOUNT THAT HIS ONLY SISTER'S DEATH WAS INEVITABLE . THE tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce dry- Pain after ...
... smiles delights to tell Maternal hope , that her lov'd Progeny In all but Sorrows shall Amelias be ! ON RECEIVING AN ACCOUNT THAT HIS ONLY SISTER'S DEATH WAS INEVITABLE . THE tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce dry- Pain after ...
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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.