The Poetry of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeLawrence & Bullen, 1898 - 318 pagina's |
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Pagina 8
... deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea , slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea . About , about , in reel and rout The death - fires danced at night ; The water , like a witch's oils , 120 Burnt green ...
... deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea , slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea . About , about , in reel and rout The death - fires danced at night ; The water , like a witch's oils , 120 Burnt green ...
Pagina 19
... deep , From the land of mist and snow , The spirit slid : and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , And the ship stood still also . The Sun , right up above the mast , Had fixed her to the ocean ...
... deep , From the land of mist and snow , The spirit slid : and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , And the ship stood still also . The Sun , right up above the mast , Had fixed her to the ocean ...
Pagina 30
... deep , the low , the pleading tone With which I sang another's love , Interpreted my own . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed Too fondly on her face ! But when I ...
... deep , the low , the pleading tone With which I sang another's love , Interpreted my own . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed Too fondly on her face ! But when I ...
Pagina 35
... deep , the low , the pleading tone With which I sang another's love , Interpreted my own . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed Too fondly on her face ! But when I ...
... deep , the low , the pleading tone With which I sang another's love , Interpreted my own . She listened with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she forgave me that I gazed Too fondly on her face ! But when I ...
Pagina 39
... deep discourse , The earth heaved under them with such a groan , That the wall tottered , and had well - nigh fallen Right on their heads . My Lord was sorely frightened ; A fever seized him ; and he made confession Of all the heretical ...
... deep discourse , The earth heaved under them with such a groan , That the wall tottered , and had well - nigh fallen Right on their heads . My Lord was sorely frightened ; A fever seized him ; and he made confession Of all the heretical ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 70 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Pagina 70 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile bowed low In adoration, upward from thy base Slow travelling, with dim eyes suffused with tears, Solemnly seemest, like a vapoury cloud, To rise before me — Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense from the Earth!
Pagina 1 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colors came.
Pagina xlviii - 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. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge.
Pagina 71 - Rise, O 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.
Pagina 70 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Pagina lii - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Pagina 79 - For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man This was my sole resource, my only plan: Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Pagina liv - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Pagina 38 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And '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: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...