The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeMacmillan, 1898 - 667 pagina's |
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Pagina xxxix
... voice " rose like a steam of rich distilled perfumes , " and when he came to the two last words , which he pronounced loud , deep , and distinct , it seemed to me , who was then young , as if the sounds had echoed from the bottom of the ...
... voice " rose like a steam of rich distilled perfumes , " and when he came to the two last words , which he pronounced loud , deep , and distinct , it seemed to me , who was then young , as if the sounds had echoed from the bottom of the ...
Pagina cxxi
... voice faltered and then broke , but he seems to have said little except of his friend's genius , calling him ' the most wonderful man that he had ever known . ' What Southey said has not been recorded . What he wrote 7 is better ...
... voice faltered and then broke , but he seems to have said little except of his friend's genius , calling him ' the most wonderful man that he had ever known . ' What Southey said has not been recorded . What he wrote 7 is better ...
Pagina 1
... 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 wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to ...
... 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 wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to ...
Pagina 8
... voice , the lyre , combine-- Gay sparkles in the cup the generous Wine- The mazy dance , and frail young Beauty fires- And Virtue vanquish'd , scorn'd , with hasty flight retires . But soon to tempt the pleasures cease ; Yet shame ...
... voice , the lyre , combine-- Gay sparkles in the cup the generous Wine- The mazy dance , and frail young Beauty fires- And Virtue vanquish'd , scorn'd , with hasty flight retires . But soon to tempt the pleasures cease ; Yet shame ...
Pagina 10
... Voice of my Joy ! Sure soother of the sigh ! Now plume thy pinions , now exert each power , And fly to him who owns the candid eye . And if a smile of Praise thy labour hail ( Well shall thy labours then my mind employ ) Fly fleetly ...
... Voice of my Joy ! Sure soother of the sigh ! Now plume thy pinions , now exert each power , And fly to him who owns the candid eye . And if a smile of Praise thy labour hail ( Well shall thy labours then my mind employ ) Fly fleetly ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 583 - And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth...
Pagina 96 - 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.
Pagina 133 - 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.
Pagina 518 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, '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!
Pagina 164 - 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! 0 dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible...
Pagina 101 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze...
Pagina 95 - 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...
Pagina 107 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Pagina 99 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Pagina 92 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair, Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.