The Poems of S. T. ColeridgeBell and Daldy, 1864 - 299 oldal |
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v. oldal
... round . Why then write Sonnets or Monodies ? Because they give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amusement , and can find it in employment alone : but full of its ...
... round . Why then write Sonnets or Monodies ? Because they give me pleasure when perhaps nothing else could . After the more violent emotions of sorrow , the mind demands amusement , and can find it in employment alone : but full of its ...
6. oldal
... Round which the screaming sea - gulls soar , With wild unequal steps he passed along , Oft pouring on the winds a broken song : Anon , upon some rough rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt and gaze upon the waves below . Poor ...
... Round which the screaming sea - gulls soar , With wild unequal steps he passed along , Oft pouring on the winds a broken song : Anon , upon some rough rock's fearful brow Would pause abrupt and gaze upon the waves below . Poor ...
7. oldal
... round thee throng , Hanging enraptured on thy stately song , And greet with smiles the young - eyed Poesy All deftly masked , as hoar antiquity . Alas , vain phantasies ! the fleeting brood Of Woe self - solaced in her dreamy mood ! Yet ...
... round thee throng , Hanging enraptured on thy stately song , And greet with smiles the young - eyed Poesy All deftly masked , as hoar antiquity . Alas , vain phantasies ! the fleeting brood Of Woe self - solaced in her dreamy mood ! Yet ...
9. oldal
... Round them their mantle green the ivies bind , Beneath whose foliage pale Fanned by the unfrequent gale We shield us from the tyrant's mid - day rage . IV . Thither , while the murmuring throng Of wild - bees hum their drowsy song , By ...
... Round them their mantle green the ivies bind , Beneath whose foliage pale Fanned by the unfrequent gale We shield us from the tyrant's mid - day rage . IV . Thither , while the murmuring throng Of wild - bees hum their drowsy song , By ...
10. oldal
... round his head . V. When Evening's dusky car Crowned with her dewy star Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight ; On leaves of aspen trees We tremble to the breeze Veiled from the grosser ken of mortal sight . Or , haply , at the ...
... round his head . V. When Evening's dusky car Crowned with her dewy star Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight ; On leaves of aspen trees We tremble to the breeze Veiled from the grosser ken of mortal sight . Or , haply , at the ...
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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!