The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, 48. kötetBell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 oldal |
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10. oldal
... unquiet song Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along ; Or where , his silver waters smoothed to rest , The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast . VII . Hence thou lingerer , Light ! Eve saddens 10 JUVENILE POEMS .
... unquiet song Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along ; Or where , his silver waters smoothed to rest , The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast . VII . Hence thou lingerer , Light ! Eve saddens 10 JUVENILE POEMS .
19. oldal
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I softly seized the unguarded power , Nor scared his balmy rest : And placed him , caged within the flower , On spotless Sara's breast . But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the prisoner sweet , He struggled to ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. I softly seized the unguarded power , Nor scared his balmy rest : And placed him , caged within the flower , On spotless Sara's breast . But when unweeting of the guile Awoke the prisoner sweet , He struggled to ...
21. oldal
... rest . TO THE NIGHTINGALE . ISTER of love - lorn poets , Philomel ! How many bards in city garret pent , While at their window they with down- ward eye Mark the faint lamp - beam on the kennelled mud , And listen to the drowsy cry of ...
... rest . TO THE NIGHTINGALE . ISTER of love - lorn poets , Philomel ! How many bards in city garret pent , While at their window they with down- ward eye Mark the faint lamp - beam on the kennelled mud , And listen to the drowsy cry of ...
23. oldal
... rest The aching of pale fashion's vacant breast ! Dec. 1794 . TO CHARLES LAMB . WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM . HUS far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme Elaborate and swelling ; —yet the heart Not owns it . From thy spirit - breathing ...
... rest The aching of pale fashion's vacant breast ! Dec. 1794 . TO CHARLES LAMB . WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM . HUS far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme Elaborate and swelling ; —yet the heart Not owns it . From thy spirit - breathing ...
28. oldal
... rest , Launch paper navies on thy waveless breast . The rustic here at eve with pensive look Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook , Or starting pauses with hope - mingled dread To list the much - loved maid's accustomed tread ...
... rest , Launch paper navies on thy waveless breast . The rustic here at eve with pensive look Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his crook , Or starting pauses with hope - mingled dread To list the much - loved maid's accustomed tread ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner arms babe beneath bird black lips blessed blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel clouds curse dance dark dear deep dream earth Ellen fair fancy fear feel flowers gaze gentle green groan haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor lady land of mist Lewti light limbs look loud maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind Monody moon mossy mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain PATRICK SPENCE Pixies pleasure poem poor prayer Roland de Vaux round ship sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song soothing soul sound spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought thought Industrious toil trembling twas Twill voice ween wild wind wing youth
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184. oldal - 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?
85. oldal - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze...
230. oldal - My shaping spirit of Imagination. 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.
90. oldal - 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.
93. oldal - I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
229. oldal - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, 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.
87. oldal - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
82. oldal - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival...
275. oldal - 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.
279. oldal - And now have reached her chamber door ; And now doth Geraldine press down The rushes of the chamber floor. The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. But they without its light can see The chamber carved so curiously, Carved with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's brain, For a lady's chamber meet : The lamp with twofold silver chain Is fastened to an angel's feet.