PoemsN. Biggs, 1803 - 202 pages |
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... soul , With HONOR's softer mien : MIRTH of the loosely - flowing hair , And meek ey'd PITY eloquently fair , Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the view , As snow - drop wet with dew . IX . Unboastful Maid ! tho ' now the LILY 17.
... soul , With HONOR's softer mien : MIRTH of the loosely - flowing hair , And meek ey'd PITY eloquently fair , Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the view , As snow - drop wet with dew . IX . Unboastful Maid ! tho ' now the LILY 17.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge Charles Lamb. IX . Unboastful Maid ! tho ' now the LILY pale Transparent grace thy beauties meek ; Yet ere again along th ' impurpling vale , The purpling vale and elfin - haunted grove , Young Zephyr his fresh ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Charles Lamb. IX . Unboastful Maid ! tho ' now the LILY pale Transparent grace thy beauties meek ; Yet ere again along th ' impurpling vale , The purpling vale and elfin - haunted grove , Young Zephyr his fresh ...
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... . The finish'd work might Envy vainly blame , And Kisses " was the precious Compounds ' name . With half the God his Cyprian Mother blest , And breath'd on SARA's lovelier lips the rest . 5 TO SARA . One kiss , dear Maid ! I 22.
... . The finish'd work might Envy vainly blame , And Kisses " was the precious Compounds ' name . With half the God his Cyprian Mother blest , And breath'd on SARA's lovelier lips the rest . 5 TO SARA . One kiss , dear Maid ! I 22.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge Charles Lamb. TO SARA . One kiss , dear Maid ! I said and sigh'd- Your scorn the little boon deny'd . Ah why refuse the blameless bliss ? Can Danger lurk within a kiss ? Yon viewless Wand'rer of the vale , The ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Charles Lamb. TO SARA . One kiss , dear Maid ! I said and sigh'd- Your scorn the little boon deny'd . Ah why refuse the blameless bliss ? Can Danger lurk within a kiss ? Yon viewless Wand'rer of the vale , The ...
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... home , I fain would sooth the sense of Care And lull to sleep the Joys , that were ! Thy Image may not banish'd be Still , MARY ! still I SIGH for thee . JUNE , 1794 . GENEVIEVE . Maid of my Love ! sweet GENEVIEVE ! 26.
... home , I fain would sooth the sense of Care And lull to sleep the Joys , that were ! Thy Image may not banish'd be Still , MARY ! still I SIGH for thee . JUNE , 1794 . GENEVIEVE . Maid of my Love ! sweet GENEVIEVE ! 26.
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amid anguish ANTISTROPHE Bard beneath blast blest bosom breast bright brood CHATTERTON cheek clouds dance dark Darts dear didst divine dream dwell earth EPODE Ev'n evil faery faint Fancy Fancy's fear feelings fix'd flower fond foolscap 8vo French Revolution Friend gale gaze gleam groaning haply hath heart Heaven holy Hope hour hues inly JOSEPH COTTLE kiss Lamb of God light lonely lov'd Love Maid meek mild mind Monody mourning muse night Note to Line nurs'd o'er thy octavo pale Peace pensive Petrarch PIXIES Poem poison'd rise RIVER OTTER ROBERT BLOOMFIELD ROBERT SOUTHEY round S. T. COLERIDGE SARA sigh sleep smile soft song SONNET soothes sorrows soul Spirit stream sublime Superstition sweet swell tear thee thine thou thought thro Throne toil trembling vale vision voice warbled ween weep wild wing wreath
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Page 135 - Now winding bright and full, with naked banks; And seats, and lawns, the Abbey, and the wood, And cots, and hamlets, and faint city-spire...
Page 131 - And what if all of animated nature Be but organic harps diversely framed, That tremble into thought, as o'er them sweeps Plastic and vast, one intellectual breeze, At once the Soul of each, and God of All...
Page 130 - And many idle flitting phantasies, Traverse my indolent and passive brain, As wild and various as the random gales That swell and...
Page 101 - SCHILLER ! that hour I would have wished to die, If through the shuddering midnight I had sent From the dark dungeon of the tower time-rent That fearful voice, a famished Father's cry — Lest in some after moment aught more mean Might stamp me mortal ! A triumphant shout Black Horror...
Page 130 - O! the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, A light in sound, a sound-like power in light Rhythm in all thought, and joyance every where Methinks, it should have been impossible Not to love all things in a world so filled; Where the breeze warbles, and the mute still air Is Music slumbering on her instrument.
Page 130 - Like some coy maid half yielding to her lover, It pours such sweet upbraiding, as must needs Tempt to repeat the wrong! And now, its strings Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes Over delicious surges sink and rise, Such a soft floating witchery of sound...
Page 166 - I hear the famished brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away, my soul, away ! I unpartaking of the evil thing, With daily prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil, Have wailed my country with a loud Lament.
Page 27 - MAID of my love, sweet Genevieve! In beauty's light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve, And sweet your voice as seraph's song.
Page xi - own exceeding great reward :' it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
Page 57 - EPITAPH ON AN INFANT. ERE Sin could blight or Sorrow fade, Death came with friendly care ; The opening bud to Heaven conveyed And bade it blossom there.