The Poems of S.T. Coleridge, 48. kötetBell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 oldal |
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xii. oldal
... Famine , and Slaughter . II . Love Poems . Love · Lewti , or the Circassian Love - chant 116 122 124 147 151 The Picture , or the Lover's Resolution 154 The Night - scene 160 The Foster - mother's Tale 164 To an Unfortunate Woman , whom ...
... Famine , and Slaughter . II . Love Poems . Love · Lewti , or the Circassian Love - chant 116 122 124 147 151 The Picture , or the Lover's Resolution 154 The Night - scene 160 The Foster - mother's Tale 164 To an Unfortunate Woman , whom ...
xii. oldal
... Famine , and Slaughter . II . Love Poems . Love 116 122 124 147 Lewti , or the Circassian Love - chant 151 The Picture , or the Lover's Resolution 154 The Night - scene 160 The Foster - mother's Tale 164 To an Unfortunate Woman , whom ...
... Famine , and Slaughter . II . Love Poems . Love 116 122 124 147 Lewti , or the Circassian Love - chant 151 The Picture , or the Lover's Resolution 154 The Night - scene 160 The Foster - mother's Tale 164 To an Unfortunate Woman , whom ...
38. oldal
... offerings on the shrine of misery , And force from famine the caress of Love ; May He shed healing on thy sore disgrace He , the great Comforter that rules above SONNET X. WEET Mercy ! how my very heart has 38 JUVENILE POEMS .
... offerings on the shrine of misery , And force from famine the caress of Love ; May He shed healing on thy sore disgrace He , the great Comforter that rules above SONNET X. WEET Mercy ! how my very heart has 38 JUVENILE POEMS .
104. oldal
... famine and blood ! The nations curse thee ! They with eager wondering Shall hear Destruction , like a vulture , scream ! Strange - eyed Destruction ! who with many a dream Of central fires through nether seas upthundering Soothes her ...
... famine and blood ! The nations curse thee ! They with eager wondering Shall hear Destruction , like a vulture , scream ! Strange - eyed Destruction ! who with many a dream Of central fires through nether seas upthundering Soothes her ...
112. oldal
... ( famine or blue plague , Battle , or siege , or flight through wintry snows , ) We , this whole people , have been clamorous For war and bloodshed ; animating sports , The which we pay for as a thing to talk of , Spectators and not ...
... ( famine or blue plague , Battle , or siege , or flight through wintry snows , ) We , this whole people , have been clamorous For war and bloodshed ; animating sports , The which we pay for as a thing to talk of , Spectators and not ...
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Albatross amid arms babe Bard beneath bird blessed blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes calm cheek child Christabel cloud dance dark dear deep dream earth fair fancy fear feelings flowers gale gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN lady land of mist light limbs look loud maid meek melancholy mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmur muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Peace Pixies poem poor prayed Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. COLERIDGE ship sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stept strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought toil twas Twill vale voice ween wild wind wing youth
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86. 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.
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.
96. oldal - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
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.
77. oldal - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
297. oldal - 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...
296. oldal - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
83. oldal - Beyond the shadow of the Ship, I watched the water-snakes; They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.
94. oldal - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
147. oldal - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!