The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Volumen 7Harper & brothers, 1853 |
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... Fancy in Nubibus . 297 The Two Founts . 299 The Wanderings of Cain . 301 Allegoric Vision ..... 307 New Thoughts on Old Subjects . 312 The Garden of Boccaccio . 318 On a Cataract . 321 Love's Apparition and Evanishment .. 322 Morning ...
... Fancy in Nubibus . 297 The Two Founts . 299 The Wanderings of Cain . 301 Allegoric Vision ..... 307 New Thoughts on Old Subjects . 312 The Garden of Boccaccio . 318 On a Cataract . 321 Love's Apparition and Evanishment .. 322 Morning ...
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... Fancy's saddest hour , my soul Averted shudders at the poisoned bowl . Now groans my sickening heart , as still I view Thy corse of livid hue ; Now indignation checks the feeble sigh , Or flashes through the tear that glistens in mine ...
... Fancy's saddest hour , my soul Averted shudders at the poisoned bowl . Now groans my sickening heart , as still I view Thy corse of livid hue ; Now indignation checks the feeble sigh , Or flashes through the tear that glistens in mine ...
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... Fancy's children , here we dwell : Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . Here the wren of softest note Builds its nest and warbles well ; Here the blackbird strains his throat ; Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . II . When fades the moon to ...
... Fancy's children , here we dwell : Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . Here the wren of softest note Builds its nest and warbles well ; Here the blackbird strains his throat ; Welcome , Ladies ! to our cell . II . When fades the moon to ...
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... Fancy brought , A youthful Bard , " unknown to Fame , " Woos the Queen of Solemn Thought , And heaves the gentle misery of a sigh Gazing with tearful eye , As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely sculptured name To pensive Memory ...
... Fancy brought , A youthful Bard , " unknown to Fame , " Woos the Queen of Solemn Thought , And heaves the gentle misery of a sigh Gazing with tearful eye , As round our sandy grot appear Many a rudely sculptured name To pensive Memory ...
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... fancy the glad voice— " What tho ' the swain did wondrous charms disclose- ( Not such did Memnon's sister sable drest ) Take these bright arms with royal face imprest , A better Kettle shall thy soul rejoice , And with Oblivion's wings ...
... fancy the glad voice— " What tho ' the swain did wondrous charms disclose- ( Not such did Memnon's sister sable drest ) Take these bright arms with royal face imprest , A better Kettle shall thy soul rejoice , And with Oblivion's wings ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alvar arms art thou babe Bathory beneath Bethlen blessed blest breast breath bright Butler calm Casimir CHARLES ANTHON child clouds Coun Countess Cuirassiers curse dare dark dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emerick Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feel gazed gentle Glycine hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honor hope hour Illo Illyria Isid Isolani Jeremy Taylor Kiuprili lady Laska light live look Lord maid Maradas moon mother Muslin ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er Octavio once Ordonio pause Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Questenberg round SCENE sigh silent Slau sleep smile song soul spirit stars stept Swedes sweet tale tears tell Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine things thought Twas twill voice Wallenstein wild wings words youth
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Página 231 - 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...
Página 243 - 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.
Página 213 - 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. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 242 - 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 ! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Página 246 - Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along ; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Página 230 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. "With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Página 237 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected, and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Página 232 - Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down ; 'Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! 158 THE ANCIENT MARINER.
Página 241 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and forwards half her length, With a short uneasy motion.
Página 239 - And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was as its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.