The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Juvenile poems. Sibylline leaves. The The rime of the ancient mariner : in seven parts. Christabel. Miscellaneous poems. Remorse : a tragedy, in five acts. Zapolya : a Christmas tale, in two parts. The Piccolomini, or, The first part of Wallenstein : a dramaHarper & Brothers, Franklin Square, 1853 - English literature |
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Page 504
... Thek . O yes , yes , mother ! At the first glance ! -My father is not altered The form that stands before me , falsifies No feature of the image that hath lived So long within me ! Wal . The voice of my child ! I was 504 THE PICCOLOMINI :
... Thek . O yes , yes , mother ! At the first glance ! -My father is not altered The form that stands before me , falsifies No feature of the image that hath lived So long within me ! Wal . The voice of my child ! I was 504 THE PICCOLOMINI :
Page 506
... Thek . Then I too must have scruples of his love : For his munificent hands did ornament me Ere yet the father's heart had spoken to me . Max . Yes ; ' tis his nature ever to be giving , And making happy . [ He grasps the hand of the ...
... Thek . Then I too must have scruples of his love : For his munificent hands did ornament me Ere yet the father's heart had spoken to me . Max . Yes ; ' tis his nature ever to be giving , And making happy . [ He grasps the hand of the ...
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... Thek . ( to the Countess . ) Spare yourself the trouble : That hears he better from myself . Max . ( stepping backward . ) My Princess ! What have you let her hear me say , Aunt Tertsky ? Thek . ( to the Countess . Has he been here long ...
... Thek . ( to the Countess . ) Spare yourself the trouble : That hears he better from myself . Max . ( stepping backward . ) My Princess ! What have you let her hear me say , Aunt Tertsky ? Thek . ( to the Countess . Has he been here long ...
Page 528
... Thek . Yes ; and soon must go . Alas ! my mother Wept so again ! and I - I see her suffer , Yet can not keep myself from being happy . Max . Now once again I have courage to look on you . To - day at noon I could not . The dazzle of the ...
... Thek . Yes ; and soon must go . Alas ! my mother Wept so again ! and I - I see her suffer , Yet can not keep myself from being happy . Max . Now once again I have courage to look on you . To - day at noon I could not . The dazzle of the ...
Page 529
... Thek . Yes ; I confess to you That many things delight me here : this camp , This motley stage of warriors , which renews So manifold the image of my fancy , And binds to life , binds to reality , What hitherto had but been present to ...
... Thek . Yes ; I confess to you That many things delight me here : this camp , This motley stage of warriors , which renews So manifold the image of my fancy , And binds to life , binds to reality , What hitherto had but been present to ...
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Page 155 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 235 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Page 261 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above, And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 234 - See! See! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Page 232 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. "And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Page 238 - 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 126 - 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 230 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Page 246 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
Page 153 - BLANC! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity!