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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... star of eve , And sweet your Voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer ...
... star of eve , And sweet your Voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there lives ! It bids you hear the tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer ...
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... star - beam on the slow sequestered tide Lone - glittering , through the high tree branching wide . And here , in Inspiration's eager hour , When most the big soul feels the mastering power , These wilds , these caverns roaming o'er ...
... star - beam on the slow sequestered tide Lone - glittering , through the high tree branching wide . And here , in Inspiration's eager hour , When most the big soul feels the mastering power , These wilds , these caverns roaming o'er ...
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... star Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight ; On leaves of aspen trees We tremble to the breeze Veiled from the grosser ken of mortal sight . Or , haply , at the visionary hour , Along our wildly - bowered sequestered walk , We ...
... star Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight ; On leaves of aspen trees We tremble to the breeze Veiled from the grosser ken of mortal sight . Or , haply , at the visionary hour , Along our wildly - bowered sequestered walk , We ...
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... star sheds a mellowed ray , Where Love a crown of thornless Roses wears , Where softened Sorrow smiles within her tears ; And Memory , with a Vestal's chaste employ , Unceasing feeds the lambent flame of joy ! No more your sky - larks ...
... star sheds a mellowed ray , Where Love a crown of thornless Roses wears , Where softened Sorrow smiles within her tears ; And Memory , with a Vestal's chaste employ , Unceasing feeds the lambent flame of joy ! No more your sky - larks ...
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... star of evening flung its beam In broken radiance on the wavy stream , My soul amid the pensive twilight gloom Mourned with the breeze , O Lee Boo ! * o'er thy tomb . Where'er I wandered , Pity still was near , Breathed from the heart ...
... star of evening flung its beam In broken radiance on the wavy stream , My soul amid the pensive twilight gloom Mourned with the breeze , O Lee Boo ! * o'er thy tomb . Where'er I wandered , Pity still was near , Breathed from the heart ...
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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!