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The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: With a Memoir
Samuel Taylor Coleridge,Charles Eliot Norton
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amid anguish arms babe beneath blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright brow calm charms cheek child clouds curse dance dark dart dear death deep delight dream Earl Henry earth ECLOGUE EOLIAN Faery Queen fair fancy fear feel flowers gale gaze gentle gleam groans haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy Hope hour hues infant Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN Lewti Life's light limbs Love lyre Maid meek melancholy Milton mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmur muse Nature ne'er night o'er pain pang Peace Pixies pleasure POEMS poor prayer round S. T. COLERIDGE sigh silent sing Slau sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe sorrow soul spirit stars stept stream sweet sweet sensations swell tears thee thine thou thought throne toil trembling twas vale voice ween weep wild WILLIAM PICKERING wind wing youth
Seite 268 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Seite 184 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, 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...
Seite 184 - 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 vast to Heaven!
Seite 240 - ... small thoughts have I of sleep ; Full seldom may my friend such vigils keep ! Visit her, gentle Sleep ! with wings of healing, And may this storm be but a mountain-birth, May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling, Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth ! With light heart may she rise, Gay fancy, cheerful eyes, Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice ; To her may all things live, from pole to pole, Their life the eddying of her living soul ! O simple spirit, guided from above,...
Seite 111 - And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
Seite 238 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower, A new Earth and new Heaven, Undreamt of by the sensual and the proud — Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud — We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.
Seite 235 - WELL ! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes, Or the dull sobbing draft, that moans and rakes Upon the strings of this Eolian lute, Which better far were mute.
Seite 146 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Seite 147 - And saved from outrage worse than death The lady of the land ! And how she wept and...