The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 pagina's |
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Pagina 61
... constitutes Our charities and bearings . But ' tis God Diffused through all , that doth make all one whole ; This the worst superstition , him except Aught to desire , Supreme Reality ! The plenitude and JUVENILE POEMS . 61.
... constitutes Our charities and bearings . But ' tis God Diffused through all , that doth make all one whole ; This the worst superstition , him except Aught to desire , Supreme Reality ! The plenitude and JUVENILE POEMS . 61.
Pagina 92
... doth waste and languish ! Or where , his two bright torches blending , Love illumines manhood's maze ; Or where , o'er cradled infants bending Hope has fixed her wishful gaze ; Hither , in perplexed dance , Ye Woes ! ye young - eyed ...
... doth waste and languish ! Or where , his two bright torches blending , Love illumines manhood's maze ; Or where , o'er cradled infants bending Hope has fixed her wishful gaze ; Hither , in perplexed dance , Ye Woes ! ye young - eyed ...
Pagina 96
... doth leap , Muttering distempered triumph in her charmed sleep . IX . Away , my soul , away ! In vain , in vain the birds of warning sing— And hark ! I hear the famished brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away ...
... doth leap , Muttering distempered triumph in her charmed sleep . IX . Away , my soul , away ! In vain , in vain the birds of warning sing— And hark ! I hear the famished brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away ...
Pagina 103
... doth reel ; the very name of God Sounds like a juggler's charm ; and , bold with joy , Forth from his dark and lonely hiding - place , ( Portentous sight ! ) the owlet Atheism , Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon , Drops his blue ...
... doth reel ; the very name of God Sounds like a juggler's charm ; and , bold with joy , Forth from his dark and lonely hiding - place , ( Portentous sight ! ) the owlet Atheism , Sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon , Drops his blue ...
Pagina 132
... , O let me hide Unheard , unseen , behind the alder - trees , For round their roots the fisher's boat is tied , On whose trim seat doth Edmund stretch at ease , 132 SIBYLLINE LEAVES . Lines composed in a Concert Room.
... , O let me hide Unheard , unseen , behind the alder - trees , For round their roots the fisher's boat is tied , On whose trim seat doth Edmund stretch at ease , 132 SIBYLLINE LEAVES . Lines composed in a Concert Room.
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Albatross amid arms babe bard beneath bird blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dark Dark Ladie dear death deep doth dream Earth fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist Lewti light limbs look loud maid meek mind moon mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain pang PATRICK SPENCE POEMS pray rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE shadow ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline Slau sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought toil tree trembling Twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 259 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Pagina 223 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold: And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald.
Pagina 233 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Pagina 224 - 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.
Pagina 114 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 189 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Pagina 233 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Pagina 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!
Pagina 242 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?