The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1874 - 420 pages |
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... sounds rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . 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 ...
... sounds rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . 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 ...
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... sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea , In ripple or in shade . 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 ...
... sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea , In ripple or in shade . 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 ...
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... sound was heard . Under the water it rumbled on , Still louder and more dread : It reached the ship , it split the bay ; The ship went down like lead . Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound , Which sky and ocean smote , Like one that ...
... sound was heard . Under the water it rumbled on , Still louder and more dread : It reached the ship , it split the bay ; The ship went down like lead . Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound , Which sky and ocean smote , Like one that ...
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge William Bell Scott. Christabel Part I. I thought I heard , some minutes past , Sounds. Mary , mother ! save me now , Said Christabel . And who art thou ?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge William Bell Scott. Christabel Part I. I thought I heard , some minutes past , Sounds. Mary , mother ! save me now , Said Christabel . And who art thou ?
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... Sounds as of a castle bell . Stretch forth thy hand ( thus ended she , ) And help a wretched maid to flee . Then Christabel stretched forth her hand And comforted fair Geraldine : O well bright dame may you command The service of Sir ...
... Sounds as of a castle bell . Stretch forth thy hand ( thus ended she , ) And help a wretched maid to flee . Then Christabel stretched forth her hand And comforted fair Geraldine : O well bright dame may you command The service of Sir ...
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Alvar ancient Mariner arms beneath Billaud Varennes breast bright brother BUTLER child Christabel cloud Coleridge Coun COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dæmons dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feelings Friedland gaze gentle Geraldine hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope hour Illo Isid ISOLANI Jesus College Kubla Khan lady light living look Lord loud maid MARADAS Moon mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er OCTAVIO once ORDONIO Pantisocracy pause Piccolomini PIXIES poem Prague pray QUESTENBERG Robespierre Roland de Vaux round SCENE sigh silent Sir Leoline sleep smile song soul spake spirit stand stars Swedes sweet Tallien tears tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA thine thing thought traitor Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN wild wing words
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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!