The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Life of the AuthorJohn Thomas Cox, 1836 - 403 страници |
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... turn the interpola- tions of his own translator . Hence it is also , that there are passages in the German editions of the present day , which are not found in the English version ; they were in almost every case , the subsequent ...
... turn the interpola- tions of his own translator . Hence it is also , that there are passages in the German editions of the present day , which are not found in the English version ; they were in almost every case , the subsequent ...
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... turn ) My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn . For not thro ' pathless grove with murmer rude Thou soothest the sad wood - nymph , Solitude : Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The Hermit - Fountain of some dripping cell ...
... turn ) My languid hand shall wreath thy mossy urn . For not thro ' pathless grove with murmer rude Thou soothest the sad wood - nymph , Solitude : Nor thine unseen in cavern depths to well , The Hermit - Fountain of some dripping cell ...
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... turn'd from rich man's doors , And call'd him Friend , and wept upon his sores ! SONNET VII . PALE Roamer , thro ' the Night ! thou poor Forlorn ! Remorse that man on his death - bed possess , Who in the credulous hour of tenderness ...
... turn'd from rich man's doors , And call'd him Friend , and wept upon his sores ! SONNET VII . PALE Roamer , thro ' the Night ! thou poor Forlorn ! Remorse that man on his death - bed possess , Who in the credulous hour of tenderness ...
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... Turn with mild sorrow from the victor's car And the low puppetry of thrones , to muse On that bless'd triumph , when the Patriot Sage Call'd the red lightnings from th ' o'er - rushing cloud And dash'd the beauteous Terrors on the earth ...
... Turn with mild sorrow from the victor's car And the low puppetry of thrones , to muse On that bless'd triumph , when the Patriot Sage Call'd the red lightnings from th ' o'er - rushing cloud And dash'd the beauteous Terrors on the earth ...
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... turn'd roud , walks on And turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in ...
... turn'd roud , walks on And turns no more his head ; Because he knows , a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread . But soon there breathed a wind on me , Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in ...
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Страница 106 - 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...
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Страница 81 - 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...
Страница 98 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Страница li - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Страница 78 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Страница 101 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.