The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeD. Appleton, 1857 - 388 pagina's |
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Pagina 31
... the voice of her , My Sara , -best beloved of human kind ! When breathing the pure soul of Tenderness . She thrills me with the Husband's promised name ! 1794 . LINES ON A FRIEND WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER TO THE NIGHTINGALE 81.
... the voice of her , My Sara , -best beloved of human kind ! When breathing the pure soul of Tenderness . She thrills me with the Husband's promised name ! 1794 . LINES ON A FRIEND WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER TO THE NIGHTINGALE 81.
Pagina 54
... wafted spirit is with you , And soothes your boding fears : I see you all oppressed with gloom Sit lonely in that cheerless room— You are in tears ! Ah me ! Beloved Woman ! did you fly Chilled Friendship's dark disliking 54 LINES .
... wafted spirit is with you , And soothes your boding fears : I see you all oppressed with gloom Sit lonely in that cheerless room— You are in tears ! Ah me ! Beloved Woman ! did you fly Chilled Friendship's dark disliking 54 LINES .
Pagina 55
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sara Coleridge Coleridge, Derwent Coleridge. Beloved Woman ! did you fly Chilled Friendship's dark disliking eye , Or Mirth's untimely din ? With cruel weight these trifles press A temper sore with tenderness ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge Sara Coleridge Coleridge, Derwent Coleridge. Beloved Woman ! did you fly Chilled Friendship's dark disliking eye , Or Mirth's untimely din ? With cruel weight these trifles press A temper sore with tenderness ...
Pagina 82
... beloved of Heaven ! ( To her the tutelary Power exclaimed ) Of Chaos the adventurous progeny Thou seest ; foul missionaries of foul sire , Fierce to regain the losses of that hour When Love 82 THE DESTINY OF NATIONS .
... beloved of Heaven ! ( To her the tutelary Power exclaimed ) Of Chaos the adventurous progeny Thou seest ; foul missionaries of foul sire , Fierce to regain the losses of that hour When Love 82 THE DESTINY OF NATIONS .
Pagina 89
... beloved , and Delegate of Heaven ! ( To her the tutelary Spirit said ) Soon shall the morning struggle into day , The stormy morning into cloudless noon . Much hast thou seen , nor all canst understand- But this be thy best omen - Save ...
... beloved , and Delegate of Heaven ! ( To her the tutelary Spirit said ) Soon shall the morning struggle into day , The stormy morning into cloudless noon . Much hast thou seen , nor all canst understand- But this be thy best omen - Save ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
amaranth ancient Mariner arms babe Bard beloved beneath blest bower breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dear death deep doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan haply hath hear heard heart Heaven HENDECASYLLABLES HEXAMETER holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor John Anderson Kubla Khan lady light limbs look Lord loud Love Love's maid mind Monody moon mother murmur Muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Pixies poem poet rock Roland de Vaux rose round Rudesheimer S. T. Coleridge shadow SHURTON sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul sound spirit stars stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice ween wild William Wordsworth wind wing youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 96 - 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...
Pagina 107 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. 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.
Pagina 108 - 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.
Pagina 144 - In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.
Pagina 112 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colors came.
Pagina 254 - 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 alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, — So sweet we know not we are listening to it...
Pagina 94 - Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Pagina 104 - 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.
Pagina 96 - And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners' hollo! "In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud, It perched for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine.
Pagina 284 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For Hope grew round me, like the twining vine, And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine.