The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - 420 pages |
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... DREAM THE PAINS OF SLEEP LOVE 18 33 35 36 GENEVIEVE JUVENILE POEMS . MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON TIME , REAL AND IMAGINARY SONGS OF THE PIXIES THE RAVEN ABSENCE , A FAREWELL ODE WRITTEN IN EARLY YOUTH ...
... DREAM THE PAINS OF SLEEP LOVE 18 33 35 36 GENEVIEVE JUVENILE POEMS . MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON TIME , REAL AND IMAGINARY SONGS OF THE PIXIES THE RAVEN ABSENCE , A FAREWELL ODE WRITTEN IN EARLY YOUTH ...
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... DREAM LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS TO A LADY , OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS THE ALIENATED MISTRESS CONSTANCY TO AN IDEAL OBJECT THE SUICIDE'S ARGUMENT THE BLOSSOMING OF THE SOLITARY DATE ...
... DREAM LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS TO A LADY , OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THE DEVIL'S THOUGHTS THE ALIENATED MISTRESS CONSTANCY TO AN IDEAL OBJECT THE SUICIDE'S ARGUMENT THE BLOSSOMING OF THE SOLITARY DATE ...
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... dream of pain and disease . " This is the still smaller poem The Pains of Sleep , which is also fragmentary . So again at the end of The Three Graves , breaking off without a termination , he writes , " Carmen reliquum in futurum tempus ...
... dream of pain and disease . " This is the still smaller poem The Pains of Sleep , which is also fragmentary . So again at the end of The Three Graves , breaking off without a termination , he writes , " Carmen reliquum in futurum tempus ...
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... Dreams , the day was too far spent , and no to - morrow came . For my own part I quite agree with Swinburne's verdict , recorded and indorsed by W. M. Rossetti , that it is the lyrical splendour of these things that entitle Coleridge to ...
... Dreams , the day was too far spent , and no to - morrow came . For my own part I quite agree with Swinburne's verdict , recorded and indorsed by W. M. Rossetti , that it is the lyrical splendour of these things that entitle Coleridge to ...
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... dreams assured were Of the spirit that plagued us so : Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow . parted souls nor angels ; concerning whom the learned Jew , Josephus , and the Platonic Constantinopolitan ...
... dreams assured were Of the spirit that plagued us so : Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow . parted souls nor angels ; concerning whom the learned Jew , Josephus , and the Platonic Constantinopolitan ...
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Page 156 - 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!
Page 15 - 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.
Page 1 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Page 31 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Page 146 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy...
Page 8 - 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 sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Page 3 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah! well a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Page xxx - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Page 11 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The...
Page 12 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand; It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh!