The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory Essay Upon His Philosophical and Theological Opinions, Volumen7Harper & brothers, 1858 |
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... Spirit , Sheridan ! " .... VI . " O what a loud and fearful shriek " . VIII . " Thou gentle look " ..... IX . " Pale Roamer through the Night ! " . X. " Sweet Mercy ! " ...... XI . " Thou Bleedest , my Poor Heart " ..... XII . To the ...
... Spirit , Sheridan ! " .... VI . " O what a loud and fearful shriek " . VIII . " Thou gentle look " ..... IX . " Pale Roamer through the Night ! " . X. " Sweet Mercy ! " ...... XI . " Thou Bleedest , my Poor Heart " ..... XII . To the ...
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... Spirit of the Western Gale , Where wearied with his flower - caressing sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam By lonely Otter's sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud ...
... Spirit of the Western Gale , Where wearied with his flower - caressing sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam By lonely Otter's sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud ...
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... Spirit of my song ! For , lovely Muse ! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul , refines my breast , Gives each pure pleasure keener zest , And softens sorrow into pensive Joy . From thee I learn'd the wish to bless , From thee to commune with ...
... Spirit of my song ! For , lovely Muse ! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul , refines my breast , Gives each pure pleasure keener zest , And softens sorrow into pensive Joy . From thee I learn'd the wish to bless , From thee to commune with ...
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... Spirit of the Western Gale , At Morning's break , at Evening's close Inhales the sweetness of the Rose , And hovers ... Spirits hath dismayed , That never 44 JUVENILE POEMS . The Kiss To a Young Ass.
... Spirit of the Western Gale , At Morning's break , at Evening's close Inhales the sweetness of the Rose , And hovers ... Spirits hath dismayed , That never 44 JUVENILE POEMS . The Kiss To a Young Ass.
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... Spirit , Sheridan ! that breathed O'er thy young mind such wildly various power ! My soul hath marked thee in her ... Spirit meek Had gathered 60 JUVENILE POEMS . "It was some Spirit, Sheridan !" "O what a loud and fearful shriek"
... Spirit , Sheridan ! that breathed O'er thy young mind such wildly various power ! My soul hath marked thee in her ... Spirit meek Had gathered 60 JUVENILE POEMS . "It was some Spirit, Sheridan !" "O what a loud and fearful shriek"
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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.