The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. S. Francis & Company, 1848 - 384 pagina's |
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Pagina v
... gentle look " IX . " Pale Roamer through the night ! " X. " Sweet Mercy ! " - XI . " Thou bleedest , my poor Heart ! " XII . To the Author of the " Robbers " Lines composed while climbing Brockley Coomb · · 1868885588688 JUVENILE POEMS ...
... gentle look " IX . " Pale Roamer through the night ! " X. " Sweet Mercy ! " - XI . " Thou bleedest , my poor Heart ! " XII . To the Author of the " Robbers " Lines composed while climbing Brockley Coomb · · 1868885588688 JUVENILE POEMS ...
Pagina ix
... gentle and inspired language . We are haunted with these vivid pictures of the " old man eloquent , " as by those of the sages of antiquity , and the renowned improvisatores of modern times . Hazlitt and Lamb seem never weary of the ...
... gentle and inspired language . We are haunted with these vivid pictures of the " old man eloquent , " as by those of the sages of antiquity , and the renowned improvisatores of modern times . Hazlitt and Lamb seem never weary of the ...
Pagina xv
... gentle , it drops balmy dews Of true repentance ; but if proud and gloomy , It is a poison - tree , that , pierced to the inmost , Weeps only tears of poison The more elaborate poetical compositions of Coleridge display much talent and ...
... gentle , it drops balmy dews Of true repentance ; but if proud and gloomy , It is a poison - tree , that , pierced to the inmost , Weeps only tears of poison The more elaborate poetical compositions of Coleridge display much talent and ...
Pagina 23
... gentle misery of a sigh Gazing with tearful eye , As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely sculptured name To pensive Memory dear ! Weaving gay dreams of sunny - tinctured hue We glance before his view : Oe'r his hush'd soul our ...
... gentle misery of a sigh Gazing with tearful eye , As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely sculptured name To pensive Memory dear ! Weaving gay dreams of sunny - tinctured hue We glance before his view : Oe'r his hush'd soul our ...
Pagina 27
... gentle misery of a sigh Gazing with tearful eye , As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely sculptured name To pensive Memory dear ! Weaving gay dreams of sunny - tinctured hue We glance before his view : Oe'r his hush'd soul our ...
... gentle misery of a sigh Gazing with tearful eye , As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely sculptured name To pensive Memory dear ! Weaving gay dreams of sunny - tinctured hue We glance before his view : Oe'r his hush'd soul our ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Albatross amid anguish babe Bard beautiful black lips blest boughs bower breast breath breeze bright brother's kiss brow calm child CHRIST'S HOSPITAL Christabel cloud dance dark dart dear deathmate deep delight dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE Earl Henry earth Faery Queen fair fear feel flowers gale gaze gentle groans grove haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hope hour hues infant JESUS COLLEGE kiss Lady light listen loud Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy Michael Psellus mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmuring muse Nature Nature's ne'er night o'er pain pang Pixies platform wild pleasure poems poet rose round sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrow soul sound spirit stars strains stream sweet swelling tale tears thee thine thou thought throne toil trembling Twas vale voice wanton song wind wing youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 172 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. "And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Pagina 164 - 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...
Pagina 162 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Pagina xvii - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Pagina 175 - 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 147 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Pagina 147 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Pagina 174 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Pagina 185 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Pagina 186 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.