SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 1772-1834. He holds him with his glittering eye, She steadies with upright keel. The nightmare Life-in-Death was she. The sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: Ibid. Part iii. Ibid. Ibid. A spring of love gush'd from my heart, Ibid. 1 Wordsworth, in his Notes to "We are Seven," claims to have written this line. 2 Coleridge says: "For these lines I am indebted to Mr. Wordsworth." Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, 499 The Ancient Mariner. Part v. A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, Because he knows a frightful fiend So lonely 't was, that God himself He prayeth well who loveth well He prayeth best who loveth best Ibid. Part vi. Part vii. Ibid. All things both great and small. Ibid. Carv'd with figures strange and sweet, Ibid. Her gentle limbs did she undress, A sight to dream of, not to tell! That saints will aid if men will call; Ibid. Ibid. Conclusion to part i Each matin bell, the Baron saith, Christabel. Part ii. Her face, oh call it fair, not pale! Perhaps 't is pretty to force together In Xanadu did Kubla Khan Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Conclusion to Part ii. For he on honey-dew hath fed, Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade, The opening bud to heaven conveyed, Ibid. And bade it blossom there. Epitaph on an Infant. Yes, while I stood and gazed, my temples bare, France. An Ode. v. Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place And the Devil did grin, for his darling sin Fears in Solitude. The Devil's Thoughts. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Love. Reflections on having left a Place of Retirement. A charm For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom Hast thou a charm to stay the morning star Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines. This Lime-tree Bower my Prison. Hymn in the Vale of Chamouni. Ibid. The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence. Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 1. Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive. Never, believe me, Appear the Immortals, Stanza 5. The Three Graves. The Visit of the Gods. (Imitated from Schiller.) Joy rises in me, like a summer's morn. A Christmas Carol. viii. The knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust; His soul is with the saints, I trust.1 The Knight's Tomb. It sounds like stories from the land of spirits If any man obtains that which he merits, Or any merit that which he obtains. Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Complaint. Reproof. The good great man? Three treasures, - love and light, A Day-Dream. On taking Leave of In many ways doth the full heart reveal 1817. Motto to Poems written in Later Life. 1 Misquoted in Scott's "Ivanhoe" (and often repeated thus erroneously). |