The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeB. Tauchnitz, 1860 - 344 pagina's |
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Pagina 14
... heaved an anguished Sigh for thee ! But soon Reflection's power imprest A stiller sadness on my breast ; And sickly Hope with waning eye Was well content to droop and die : I yielded to the stern decree , Yet heaved a languid Sigh for ...
... heaved an anguished Sigh for thee ! But soon Reflection's power imprest A stiller sadness on my breast ; And sickly Hope with waning eye Was well content to droop and die : I yielded to the stern decree , Yet heaved a languid Sigh for ...
Pagina 17
... heaved the bosom's snow . A thousand Loves around her forehead fly ; A thousand Loves sit melting in her eye ; Love lights her smile - in Joy's red nectar dips His myrtle flower , and plants it on her lips . She speaks ! and hark that ...
... heaved the bosom's snow . A thousand Loves around her forehead fly ; A thousand Loves sit melting in her eye ; Love lights her smile - in Joy's red nectar dips His myrtle flower , and plants it on her lips . She speaks ! and hark that ...
Pagina 107
... heaved were soft and low , And naught was green upon the oak , But moss and rarest misletoe : She kneels beneath the huge oak tree , And in silence prayeth she . The lady sprang up suddenly , The lovely lady , Christabel ! It moaned as ...
... heaved were soft and low , And naught was green upon the oak , But moss and rarest misletoe : She kneels beneath the huge oak tree , And in silence prayeth she . The lady sprang up suddenly , The lovely lady , Christabel ! It moaned as ...
Pagina 114
... Heaving sometimes on her breast ; Her face resigned to bliss or bale - Her face , oh call it fair not pale , And both blue eyes more bright than clear , Each about to have a tear . With open eyes ( ah woe is me ! ) Asleep , and dreaming ...
... Heaving sometimes on her breast ; Her face resigned to bliss or bale - Her face , oh call it fair not pale , And both blue eyes more bright than clear , Each about to have a tear . With open eyes ( ah woe is me ! ) Asleep , and dreaming ...
Pagina 117
... heaving breasts . " Sure I have sinned ! " said Christabel , " Now heaven be praised if all be well ! " And in low faltering tones , yet sweet , Did she the lofty lady greet With such perplexity of mind As dreams too lively leave behind ...
... heaving breasts . " Sure I have sinned ! " said Christabel , " Now heaven be praised if all be well ! " And in low faltering tones , yet sweet , Did she the lofty lady greet With such perplexity of mind As dreams too lively leave behind ...
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amaranth amid ANTISTROPHE arms babe Bard behold beloved beneath blest bower breast breath bright bright eyes brow Cain cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark Dark Ladie dear death deep didst doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart heaved Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor Kubla Khan lady light limbs listening look Lord Love Love's maid meek mind Monody mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Pixies poem poet rock Roland de Vaux rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spirit stars stept stood stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil tree trembling twas voice ween wild William Wordsworth wind wing youth
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Pagina 118 - de Vaux of Tryermaine? 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. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With
Pagina 254 - Iv. 0 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,
Pagina 229 - 0 ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God. TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. COMPOSED ON THE NIGHT
Pagina 253 - 0 Lady! in this wan and heartless mood, A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear — To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd, All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing
Pagina 227 - and utter praise 1 Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in Earth? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams ? And you, ye five wild torrents fiercely glad! Who called you forth from night and utter death, From dark and icy caverns called you forth, Down those precipitous, black, jagged
Pagina 211 - but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of All ? But thy more serious eye a mild reproof Darts, 0 beloved woman! nor such thoughts Dim and unhallowed dost thou not reject,
Pagina 105 - variation in number of syllables is not introduced wantonly, or for the mere ends of convenience, but in correspondence with some transition, in the nature of the imagery or passion. PART I. "Pis the middle of night by the castle clock, And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu — whit!
Pagina 221 - drops fall Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon. THE NIGHTINGALE; A. CONVERSATION POEM. APRIL, 1798. No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip
Pagina 333 - LOVE, HOPE, AND PATIENCE IN EDUCATION. O'ER wayward childhood would'st thou hold firm rule, And sun thee in the light of happy faces; Love, Hope, and Patience, these must be thy graces, And in thine own heart let them first keep school. For as old Atlas on his broad neck places
Pagina 106 - a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way. The lovely lady, Christabel, Whom her father loves so well, What makes her in the wood so late, A furlong from the castle gate? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight; And she in the midnight wood will pray