The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Volumen7Harper & brothers, 1858 |
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... remains ! O blessed couch ! For this mayst thou flower early , and the sun , Slanting at eve , rest bright , and linger long Upon thy purple bells ! O Isabel ! Daughter of genius ! stateliest of our maids ! More beautiful than whom ...
... remains ! O blessed couch ! For this mayst thou flower early , and the sun , Slanting at eve , rest bright , and linger long Upon thy purple bells ! O Isabel ! Daughter of genius ! stateliest of our maids ! More beautiful than whom ...
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... those purple berries Her pencil ! See , the juice is scarcely dried On the fine skin ! She has been newly here ; And lo ! yon patch of heath has been her couch- The pressure still remains ! O blessed couch ! For 138 SIBYLLINE LEAVES .
... those purple berries Her pencil ! See , the juice is scarcely dried On the fine skin ! She has been newly here ; And lo ! yon patch of heath has been her couch- The pressure still remains ! O blessed couch ! For 138 SIBYLLINE LEAVES .
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... remains ! O blessed couch ! For this mayst thou flower early , and the sun , Slanting at eve , rest bright , and linger long Upon thy purple bells ! O Isabel ! Daughter of genius ! stateliest of our maids ! More beautiful than whom ...
... remains ! O blessed couch ! For this mayst thou flower early , and the sun , Slanting at eve , rest bright , and linger long Upon thy purple bells ! O Isabel ! Daughter of genius ! stateliest of our maids ! More beautiful than whom ...
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... remain , This lime - tree bower my prison ! I have lost Beauties and feelings , such as would have been Most sweet to my remembrance even when age Had dimmed mine eyes to blindness ! They , meanwhile , Friends , whom I never more may ...
... remain , This lime - tree bower my prison ! I have lost Beauties and feelings , such as would have been Most sweet to my remembrance even when age Had dimmed mine eyes to blindness ! They , meanwhile , Friends , whom I never more may ...
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... remain silent , I chose to follow his example , and Mr. ***** recited the poem . This he could do with the better grace , being known to have ever been not only a firm and active Anti - Jacobin and Anti - Gallican , but likewise a ...
... remain silent , I chose to follow his example , and Mr. ***** recited the poem . This he could do with the better grace , being known to have ever been not only a firm and active Anti - Jacobin and Anti - Gallican , but likewise a ...
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Página 212 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: 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 155 - GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD! God! sing ye meadow-streams with gladsome voice! 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!
Página 154 - Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet 1 — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains...
Página 206 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Página 154 - 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, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing— there, As in her natural form, swelled...
Página 210 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Página 155 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast — Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Página 220 - Push on, push on!' Said the Hermit cheerily. " The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard.
Página 126 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, •** Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower.
Página 211 - The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.