The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Том 7Harper & Brothers, 1854 |
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... Holy be the lay Which mourning soothes the mourner on his way . " If I could judge of others by myself , I should not hesitate to af- firm , that the most interesting passages in all writings are those in which the author develops his ...
... Holy be the lay Which mourning soothes the mourner on his way . " If I could judge of others by myself , I should not hesitate to af- firm , that the most interesting passages in all writings are those in which the author develops his ...
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... holy flame To dwell on that Almighty name Who bade the child of woe no longer sigh , And Joy in tears o'erspread the Widow's eye . Th ' all - gracious Parent hears the wretch's prayer ; The meek tear strongly pleads on high ; Wan ...
... holy flame To dwell on that Almighty name Who bade the child of woe no longer sigh , And Joy in tears o'erspread the Widow's eye . Th ' all - gracious Parent hears the wretch's prayer ; The meek tear strongly pleads on high ; Wan ...
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... holy spell ! O Chatterton ! that thou wert yet alive ! Sure thou would'st spread the canvass to the gale , And love with us the tinkling team to drive O'er peaceful Freedom's undivided dale ; And we , at sober eve , would round thee ...
... holy spell ! O Chatterton ! that thou wert yet alive ! Sure thou would'st spread the canvass to the gale , And love with us the tinkling team to drive O'er peaceful Freedom's undivided dale ; And we , at sober eve , would round thee ...
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... holy son Sable clerk of Tiverton . And oft where Otter sports his stream , I hear thy banded offspring scream . Thou Goddess ! thou inspir'st each throat ; ' Tis thou who pour'st the scritch owl note ! Transported hear'st thy children ...
... holy son Sable clerk of Tiverton . And oft where Otter sports his stream , I hear thy banded offspring scream . Thou Goddess ! thou inspir'st each throat ; ' Tis thou who pour'st the scritch owl note ! Transported hear'st thy children ...
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... holy ground May Domestic Peace be found- Halcyon Daughter of the skies ! Far on fearful wings she flies , From the pomp of sceptered State , From the Rebel's noisy hate , In a cottaged vale She dwells Listening to the Sabbath bells ...
... holy ground May Domestic Peace be found- Halcyon Daughter of the skies ! Far on fearful wings she flies , From the pomp of sceptered State , From the Rebel's noisy hate , In a cottaged vale She dwells Listening to the Sabbath bells ...
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Страница 213 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills, Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Страница 240 - Around, around flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes, a-dropping from the sky, I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are,— How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.
Страница 191 - 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.
Страница 243 - 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.
Страница 245 - I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot, and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Страница 248 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. "He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Страница 232 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the...
Страница 238 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. "Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Страница 238 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Страница 191 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!