The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Volumen 7Harper & Brothers, 1854 |
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... Coun . How , sister ? What ! already upon business ! [ Observing the countenance of the Duchess . And business of no pleasing kind I see , Ere he has gladdened at his child . The first Moment belongs to joy . Here , Friedland ! father ...
... Coun . How , sister ? What ! already upon business ! [ Observing the countenance of the Duchess . And business of no pleasing kind I see , Ere he has gladdened at his child . The first Moment belongs to joy . Here , Friedland ! father ...
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... Coun . There comes the Paladin who protected us . Wal . Max . ! Welcome , ever welcome ! Always wert thou The morning star of my best joys ! Max . My General- Wal . ' Till now it was the Emperor who rewarded thee , I but the instrument ...
... Coun . There comes the Paladin who protected us . Wal . Max . ! Welcome , ever welcome ! Always wert thou The morning star of my best joys ! Max . My General- Wal . ' Till now it was the Emperor who rewarded thee , I but the instrument ...
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... Coun . ( to Max . ) Remunerate your trouble ! He makes you recompense . ' Tis not unfitting For you , Count Piccolomini , to feel So tenderly - my brother it beseems To show himself forever great and princely . For his joy Thek . Then I ...
... Coun . ( to Max . ) Remunerate your trouble ! He makes you recompense . ' Tis not unfitting For you , Count Piccolomini , to feel So tenderly - my brother it beseems To show himself forever great and princely . For his joy Thek . Then I ...
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... Coun . She will be there instantly . You only send him . Ter . I am not quite certain You know , I must confess it , Countess , whether or not We are earning the Duke's thanks hereby . No ray has broken from him on this point . You have ...
... Coun . She will be there instantly . You only send him . Ter . I am not quite certain You know , I must confess it , Countess , whether or not We are earning the Duke's thanks hereby . No ray has broken from him on this point . You have ...
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... Coun . Take you care of your guests ! -Go , send him hither . Ter . All rests upon his undersigning . Coun . ( interrupting him . ) Go to your guests ! Go- Illo . ( comes back . ) Where art staying , Tertsky ? The house is full , and ...
... Coun . Take you care of your guests ! -Go , send him hither . Ter . All rests upon his undersigning . Coun . ( interrupting him . ) Go to your guests ! Go- Illo . ( comes back . ) Where art staying , Tertsky ? The house is full , and ...
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The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Volumen 7 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Vista completa - 1884 |
Términos y frases comunes
Alvar anguish arms art thou babe Bathory beneath Bethlen blessed blest breast breath bright Butler Casimir child clouds Coun Countess Cuirassiers curse dare dark dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emerick Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle Glycine groan hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honor hope hour Illo Illyria Isid Isolani Jeremy Taylor Kiuprili lady Laska light live look Lord maid Maradas moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er Octavio Ordonio pang pause Peace Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Questenberg round SCENE sigh silent Slau sleep smile song SONNET soul spirit stars stept Swedes sweet tale tears tell Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine things thought toil Twas voice Wallenstein wild wing words Wran youth
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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 240 - 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 skylark 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.
Página 191 - On that green light that lingers in the west : I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
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 245 - I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot, and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Página 248 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. "He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Página 232 - 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...
Página 238 - They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. "Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 238 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Página 191 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does nature live: Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!