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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... sweet voice of Cona * never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a ...
... sweet voice of Cona * never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a ...
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... Sweet Mercy ! " . XI . " Thou Bleedest , my Poor Heart " . Lines , composed while climbing Brockley Coomb .... XII . To the Author of the Robbers ..... Lines in the manner of Spenser ... Imitated from Ossian ...... The Complaint of ...
... Sweet Mercy ! " . XI . " Thou Bleedest , my Poor Heart " . Lines , composed while climbing Brockley Coomb .... XII . To the Author of the Robbers ..... Lines in the manner of Spenser ... Imitated from Ossian ...... The Complaint of ...
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... Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions Samuel Taylor Coleridge William Greenough Thayer Shedd, Henry Nelson Coleridge, Sara Coleridge Coleridge. JUVENILE POEMS . GENEVIEVE . MAID of my Love , sweet Genevieve !
... Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions Samuel Taylor Coleridge William Greenough Thayer Shedd, Henry Nelson Coleridge, Sara Coleridge Coleridge. JUVENILE POEMS . GENEVIEVE . MAID of my Love , sweet Genevieve !
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... sweet Genevieve ! In Beauty's light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve , And sweet your Voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there ...
... sweet Genevieve ! In Beauty's light you glide along : Your eye is like the star of eve , And sweet your Voice , as Seraph's song . Yet not your heavenly Beauty gives This heart with passion soft to glow : Within your soul a Voice there ...
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... Sweet Flower of Hope ! free Nature's genial child ! That didst so fair disclose thy early bloom , Filling the wide air with a rich perfume ! For thee in vain all heavenly aspects smil'd ; From the hard world brief respite could they win ...
... Sweet Flower of Hope ! free Nature's genial child ! That didst so fair disclose thy early bloom , Filling the wide air with a rich perfume ! For thee in vain all heavenly aspects smil'd ; From the hard world brief respite could they win ...
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The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Volumen 7 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Vista completa - 1884 |
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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!