The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 pagina's |
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Pagina 18
... father , brother , sister meets its ken— My woes , my joys unshared ! Ah ! long ere then On me thy icy dart , stern Death , be proved ; - Better to die , than live and not be loved ! - ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A ...
... father , brother , sister meets its ken— My woes , my joys unshared ! Ah ! long ere then On me thy icy dart , stern Death , be proved ; - Better to die , than live and not be loved ! - ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A ...
Pagina 40
... Father's joy , no Lover's bliss he shares , Yet still the rising radiance cheers his sight : His fellows ' freedom soothes the captive's cares ! Thou , Fayette ! who didst wake with startling voice Life's better sun from that long ...
... Father's joy , no Lover's bliss he shares , Yet still the rising radiance cheers his sight : His fellows ' freedom soothes the captive's cares ! Thou , Fayette ! who didst wake with startling voice Life's better sun from that long ...
Pagina 41
... and thy gray hairs Hoar with the snowy blast : while no one cares To clothe thy shrivelled limbs and palsied head . My Father ! throw away this tattered vest That mocks JUVENILE POEMS . 41 "Pale Roamer through the night!" "Sweet Mercy!"
... and thy gray hairs Hoar with the snowy blast : while no one cares To clothe thy shrivelled limbs and palsied head . My Father ! throw away this tattered vest That mocks JUVENILE POEMS . 41 "Pale Roamer through the night!" "Sweet Mercy!"
Pagina 42
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. My Father ! throw away this tattered vest That mocks thy shivering ! take my garment — use A young man's arm ! I'll melt these frozen dews That hang from thy white beard and numb thy breast . My Sara too shall ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. My Father ! throw away this tattered vest That mocks thy shivering ! take my garment — use A young man's arm ! I'll melt these frozen dews That hang from thy white beard and numb thy breast . My Sara too shall ...
Pagina 43
... Father's cry- Lest in some after moment aught more mean Might stamp me mortal ! A triumphant shout Black Horror screamed , and all her goblin rout Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah ! Bard tremendous in sublimity ...
... Father's cry- Lest in some after moment aught more mean Might stamp me mortal ! A triumphant shout Black Horror screamed , and all her goblin rout Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah ! Bard tremendous in sublimity ...
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?