The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge, Volume 1W. Pickering, 1835 |
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Pagina 9
... listened to thy lay ; Thy sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ! And thou had'st ...
... listened to thy lay ; Thy sister's shrieks she bade thee hear , And mark thy mother's thrilling tear ; See , see her breast's convulsive throe , Her silent agony of woe ! Ah ! dash the poisoned chalice from thy hand ! And thou had'st ...
Pagina 15
... listen to the enamoured rustic's talk ; Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast , Where young - eyed Loves have hid their turtle nest ; Or guide of soul - subduing power The glance , that from the half - confessing eye Darts the ...
... listen to the enamoured rustic's talk ; Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast , Where young - eyed Loves have hid their turtle nest ; Or guide of soul - subduing power The glance , that from the half - confessing eye Darts the ...
Pagina 22
... Listen , listen to my prayer ; And to thy votary dispense Thy soporific influence ! What tho ' around thy drowsy head The seven - fold cap of night be spread , Yet lift that drowsy head awhile And yawn propitiously a smile ; In drizzly ...
... Listen , listen to my prayer ; And to thy votary dispense Thy soporific influence ! What tho ' around thy drowsy head The seven - fold cap of night be spread , Yet lift that drowsy head awhile And yawn propitiously a smile ; In drizzly ...
Pagina 32
... Listening meanwhile the echoings of my feet , Lingering I quit you , with as great a pang , As when ere while , my weeping childhood , torn By early sorrow from my native seat , Mingled its tears with hers - my widow'd parent lorn . TO ...
... Listening meanwhile the echoings of my feet , Lingering I quit you , with as great a pang , As when ere while , my weeping childhood , torn By early sorrow from my native seat , Mingled its tears with hers - my widow'd parent lorn . TO ...
Pagina 45
... listen , youth , ere yet too late , What evils on thy course may wait ! To bow the head , to bend the knee , A minion of Servility , At low Pride's frequent frowns to sigh , And watch the glance in Folly's eye ; To toil intense , yet ...
... listen , youth , ere yet too late , What evils on thy course may wait ! To bow the head , to bend the knee , A minion of Servility , At low Pride's frequent frowns to sigh , And watch the glance in Folly's eye ; To toil intense , yet ...
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Pagina 264 - By woman wailing for her demon-lover! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced...
Pagina 182 - 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!
Pagina 214 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-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, DEJECTION.
Pagina 107 - And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
Pagina 181 - 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 182 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains echo, God...
Pagina 231 - Well! If the Bard was weather-wise, who made The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes, Or the dull sobbing draft, that moans and rakes Upon the strings of this ^olian lute, Which better far were mute.
Pagina 213 - Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
Pagina 262 - 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 ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Pagina 144 - 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...