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He is now no longer young , and bodily infirmities , we regret to know , have pressed heavily upon him . His natural force is indeed abated ; but his eye is not dim , neither is his mind yet enfeebled . O youth !
He is now no longer young , and bodily infirmities , we regret to know , have pressed heavily upon him . His natural force is indeed abated ; but his eye is not dim , neither is his mind yet enfeebled . O youth !
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A far longer life than that of Coleridge shall not suffice to bring to maturity the harvest of a renown like his . The ripening of his mind , with all its golden fruitage , is but the seed - time of his glory .
A far longer life than that of Coleridge shall not suffice to bring to maturity the harvest of a renown like his . The ripening of his mind , with all its golden fruitage , is but the seed - time of his glory .
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Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshap'd tomb ; But dare no longer on the sad theme muse , Lest kindred woes persuade a kindred doom . For oh ! big gall - drops , shook from Folly's wing ...
Poor Chatterton ! farewell ! of darkest hues This chaplet cast I on thy unshap'd tomb ; But dare no longer on the sad theme muse , Lest kindred woes persuade a kindred doom . For oh ! big gall - drops , shook from Folly's wing ...
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... soft peace - march beats , home brothers , home ! The caps and helmets are all garlanded With green boughs , the last plund'ring of the fields . The city gates fly open of themselves , They need no longer the petard to tear them .
... soft peace - march beats , home brothers , home ! The caps and helmets are all garlanded With green boughs , the last plund'ring of the fields . The city gates fly open of themselves , They need no longer the petard to tear them .
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O let no longer Low tricking malice blacken your good meaning With abhor'd venomous glosses . Stand you up , Shielded and helm'd and weapon'd with the truth , And drive before you into uttermost shame These slanderous liars !
O let no longer Low tricking malice blacken your good meaning With abhor'd venomous glosses . Stand you up , Shielded and helm'd and weapon'd with the truth , And drive before you into uttermost shame These slanderous liars !
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Page 185 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain. Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and wat'ry depths; all these have vanished ; They live no longer in the faith of reason!
Page 94 - 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. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 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...
Page 88 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 97 - 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! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
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| Title | The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Life of the Author |
| Author | Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Publisher | John Thomas Cox, 1836 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 26 Sep 2006 |
| Length | 403 pages |
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