The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeMacmillan, 1898 - 667 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... beneath some barbarous sky Thy terrors lost and ruin'd power deplore ! What tho ' through many a groaning age Was felt thy keen suspicious rage , Yet Freedom roused by fierce Dis- dain Has wildly broke thy triple chain , And like the ...
... beneath some barbarous sky Thy terrors lost and ruin'd power deplore ! What tho ' through many a groaning age Was felt thy keen suspicious rage , Yet Freedom roused by fierce Dis- dain Has wildly broke thy triple chain , And like the ...
Pagina 8
... taught to sing , Sank beneath a load of Woe ; 20 This ever can the generous Briton hear , And starts not in his eye th ' indignant Tear ? When anguish'd care of sullen brow Minstrel came , Gay 6 -MONODY DESTRUCTIO ; Ogress of VICE-
... taught to sing , Sank beneath a load of Woe ; 20 This ever can the generous Briton hear , And starts not in his eye th ' indignant Tear ? When anguish'd care of sullen brow Minstrel came , Gay 6 -MONODY DESTRUCTIO ; Ogress of VICE-
Pagina 20
... Beneath the dew the Lily weeps Slow - waving to the gale . ' Cease , restless gale ! ' it seems to say , ' Nor wake me with thy sighing ! The honours of my vernal day On rapid wing are flying . ' To - morrow shall the Traveller come Who ...
... Beneath the dew the Lily weeps Slow - waving to the gale . ' Cease , restless gale ! ' it seems to say , ' Nor wake me with thy sighing ! The honours of my vernal day On rapid wing are flying . ' To - morrow shall the Traveller come Who ...
Pagina 21
... beneath the cold blast of the tree . Through the high - sounding halls of Cathlóma In the steps of my beauty I strayed ; The warriors beheld Ninathóma , And they blessed the white - bosomed Maid ! A Ghost ! by my cavern it darted ! In ...
... beneath the cold blast of the tree . Through the high - sounding halls of Cathlóma In the steps of my beauty I strayed ; The warriors beheld Ninathóma , And they blessed the white - bosomed Maid ! A Ghost ! by my cavern it darted ! In ...
Pagina 22
... beneath its pensive beam : For mid the quivering light ' tis ours to play , Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream . VIII Welcome , Ladies ! to the cell Where the blameless Pixies dwell : But thou , Sweet Nymph ! proclaimed our Faery ...
... beneath its pensive beam : For mid the quivering light ' tis ours to play , Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream . VIII Welcome , Ladies ! to the cell Where the blameless Pixies dwell : But thou , Sweet Nymph ! proclaimed our Faery ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 516 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Pagina 119 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder; A dreary sea now flows between. But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Pagina 99 - This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
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...
Pagina 92 - 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 102 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she "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.
Pagina 95 - We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through ! And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Pagina 164 - 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!
Pagina 103 - ' But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is the ocean doing ?' SECOND VOICE. " ' Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast — If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim, See, brother, see Ï how graciously She looketh down on him.
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...