The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S. T. Coleridge: With a Life of the Author, Volum 1Little, Brown, 1861 |
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Pàgina xx
... swell and glitter both of thought and diction . * This latter fault , however , had insinuated itself into my " Religious Musings " with such intricacy of union , that sometimes I have omitted to disen- tangle the weed from the fear of ...
... swell and glitter both of thought and diction . * This latter fault , however , had insinuated itself into my " Religious Musings " with such intricacy of union , that sometimes I have omitted to disen- tangle the weed from the fear of ...
Pàgina 21
... swells his throat , Mocks the tired eye , and scatters the loud note , I trace her footsteps on the accustomed lawn , I mark her glancing ' mid the gleams of dawn . When the bent flower beneath the night dew weeps And on the lake the ...
... swells his throat , Mocks the tired eye , and scatters the loud note , I trace her footsteps on the accustomed lawn , I mark her glancing ' mid the gleams of dawn . When the bent flower beneath the night dew weeps And on the lake the ...
Pàgina 22
... odorous boughs My Love might weave gay garlands for her brows . When Twilight stole across the fading vale , To fan my Love I'd be the Evening Gale ; Mourn in the soft folds of her swelling vest , 22 LINES ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING .
... odorous boughs My Love might weave gay garlands for her brows . When Twilight stole across the fading vale , To fan my Love I'd be the Evening Gale ; Mourn in the soft folds of her swelling vest , 22 LINES ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING .
Pàgina 23
... swelling vest , And flutter my faint pinions on her breast ! On Seraph wing I'd float a Dream by night , To soothe my Love with shadows of delight : - Or soar aloft to be the Spangled Skies , And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes ! As ...
... swelling vest , And flutter my faint pinions on her breast ! On Seraph wing I'd float a Dream by night , To soothe my Love with shadows of delight : - Or soar aloft to be the Spangled Skies , And gaze upon her with a thousand eyes ! As ...
Pàgina 28
... swelling , O ye blue - tumbling waves of the sea ? Not always in caves was my dwelling , Nor 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 ...
... swelling , O ye blue - tumbling waves of the sea ? Not always in caves was my dwelling , Nor 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 ...
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The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S.T. Coleridge: With a Memoir, Volum 1 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualització completa - 1854 |
The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S.T. Coleridge: With a Memoir, Volum 1 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualització completa - 1854 |
The Poetical and Dramatic Works of S.T. Coleridge: With a Memoir, Volum 1 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualització completa - 1854 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 239 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Pàgina 132 - 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.
Pàgina 133 - 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.
Pàgina 141 - 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...
Pàgina 132 - 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!
Pàgina 240 - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Pàgina 302 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Pàgina 286 - O ! the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul, A light in sound, a sound-like power in light, Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere...
Pàgina 310 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, GOD ! Ye living flowers that skirt the eternal frost!
Pàgina 309 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?