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The Poetical Works of Coleridge and Keats, with a Memoir of Each
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Volledige weergave - 1879
The Poetical Works of Coleridge and Keats: With a Memoir of Each ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Volledige weergave - 1865
Alvar arms beautiful beneath bless breath bright brother child clouds Coleridge dark dead dear death deep dream earth Enter face fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle give hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour lady leave less letter light lines listen live look Lord maid mean mind morning mother nature never night Note o'er once pain passed poem poor present rest round scene seemed sense shape silent sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit stand strange sweet tale tears tell thee thine thing thou thought truth turned Twas voice whole wild wind wing wood young youth
Pagina 162 - 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.
Pagina 122 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! A weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Pagina 173 - 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 131 - 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...
Pagina 174 - 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...
Pagina 124 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Pagina 121 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Pagina 308 - 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...