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... o'er the awaken'd sky Ah such is Hope ' as changeful and as fair ! Now dimly peering on the wistful sight ; Now hid behind the dragon - wing'd Despair · But soon emerging in her radiant might , She o'er the sorrow - clouded breast of ...
... o'er the awaken'd sky Ah such is Hope ' as changeful and as fair ! Now dimly peering on the wistful sight ; Now hid behind the dragon - wing'd Despair · But soon emerging in her radiant might , She o'er the sorrow - clouded breast of ...
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... o'er her darling dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While ' mid the pelting of that merciless storm , " unk to the cold earth Otway's famish'd form ! Sublime of thought , and confident of fame , From vales where Avon winds , the ...
... o'er her darling dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While ' mid the pelting of that merciless storm , " unk to the cold earth Otway's famish'd form ! Sublime of thought , and confident of fame , From vales where Avon winds , the ...
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... O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witcheries shed , And twine our faery garlands round his head . V. When Evening's dusky car , Crown'd with her dewy star , wood - covered hill , is an excavation called the Pixies ' Parlor . Steals o'er ...
... O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witcheries shed , And twine our faery garlands round his head . V. When Evening's dusky car , Crown'd with her dewy star , wood - covered hill , is an excavation called the Pixies ' Parlor . Steals o'er ...
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... o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet , And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thank'd him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge was sweet ...
... o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the Raven , and off he went fleet , And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thank'd him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all , and Revenge was sweet ...
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... o'er the uninjured bloom Sighing back the soft perfume . Vigor to the Zephyr's wing Her nectar - breathing kisses fling ; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the 16 COLERIDGE'S POETICAL WORKS . The Rose The Kiss The Rose The Kiss.
... o'er the uninjured bloom Sighing back the soft perfume . Vigor to the Zephyr's wing Her nectar - breathing kisses fling ; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the 16 COLERIDGE'S POETICAL WORKS . The Rose The Kiss The Rose The Kiss.
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Page 37 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And no where did abide: Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside — Her beams bemocked the sultry main, Like April hoar-frost spread ; But where the ship's huge shadow lay, The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red. Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.
Page 186 - 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!
Page 22 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green: And still I gaze— and with how blank an eye!
Page 38 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. • The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Page 29 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Page 187 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
Page 12 - 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 38 - 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.
Page 38 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 17 - In the great city, pent mid cloisters dim, And saw nought lovely but the sky and stars. But thou, my babe, shalt wander like a breeze By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores And mountain crags : so shalt thou see and hear The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible Of that eternal language, which thy God Utters, who from eternity doth teach Himself in all, and all things in Himself.