The Poems of S.T. ColeridgeWilliam Pickering, 1848 - 372 pagina's |
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Pagina 32
... thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The hermit - fountain of some dripping cell ! Pride of the Vale ! thy useful streams supply The scattered cots and peaceful hamlet nigh . The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks With infant ...
... thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The hermit - fountain of some dripping cell ! Pride of the Vale ! thy useful streams supply The scattered cots and peaceful hamlet nigh . The elfin tribe around thy friendly banks With infant ...
Pagina 33
... thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless Cares , and smiling Courtesies . D Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And JUVENILE ...
... thine to feel the sympathetic glow In Merit's joy , and Poverty's meek woe ; Thine all , that cheer the moment as it flies , The zoneless Cares , and smiling Courtesies . D Nursed in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew , And JUVENILE ...
Pagina 39
... thine eye - beams Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry ! Writhes inly from the bosom - probing glance The Apostate by the brainless rout adored , As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword . O SONNET VI . WHAT a loud ...
... thine eye - beams Meanings of Scorn and Wit's quaint revelry ! Writhes inly from the bosom - probing glance The Apostate by the brainless rout adored , As erst that elder Fiend beneath great Michael's sword . O SONNET VI . WHAT a loud ...
Pagina 44
... thine head beneath an olive tree , I would that from the pinions of thy dove One quill withouten pain yplucked might be ! For O ! I wish my Sara's frowns to flee , And fain to her some soothing song would write , Lest she resent my rude ...
... thine head beneath an olive tree , I would that from the pinions of thy dove One quill withouten pain yplucked might be ! For O ! I wish my Sara's frowns to flee , And fain to her some soothing song would write , Lest she resent my rude ...
Pagina 50
... thine eye , And to quick laughter change this peevish cry ! Poor stumbler on the rocky coast of woe , Tutored by pain each source of pain to know ! Alike the foodful fruit and scorching fire Awake thy eager grasp and young desire ...
... thine eye , And to quick laughter change this peevish cry ! Poor stumbler on the rocky coast of woe , Tutored by pain each source of pain to know ! Alike the foodful fruit and scorching fire Awake thy eager grasp and young desire ...
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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?