The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...William Pickering, 1828 |
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... Natural .. Home - sick : written in Germany Answer to a Child's Question The Visionary Hope 194 196 .... 198 200 202 203 The Happy Husband ... Recollections of Love . On revisiting the Sea - shore 205 207 209 Hymn before Sunrise , in ...
... Natural .. Home - sick : written in Germany Answer to a Child's Question The Visionary Hope 194 196 .... 198 200 202 203 The Happy Husband ... Recollections of Love . On revisiting the Sea - shore 205 207 209 Hymn before Sunrise , in ...
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... Nature leads us to describe our own sorrows ; in the endeavour to de- scribe them , intellectual activity is exerted ; and from intellectual activity there results a pleasure , which is gradually associated , and mingles as a corrective ...
... Nature leads us to describe our own sorrows ; in the endeavour to de- scribe them , intellectual activity is exerted ; and from intellectual activity there results a pleasure , which is gradually associated , and mingles as a corrective ...
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... Nature , he , who labours under a strong feel- ing , is impelled to seek for sympathy ; but a Poet's feelings are all strong . Quicquid amet valde amat . Akenside therefore speaks with philosophical accu- racy when he classes Love and ...
... Nature , he , who labours under a strong feel- ing , is impelled to seek for sympathy ; but a Poet's feelings are all strong . Quicquid amet valde amat . Akenside therefore speaks with philosophical accu- racy when he classes Love and ...
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... high the enraptured hymn Amid the blaze of Seraphim ! Yet oft ( ' tis Nature's bosom - startling call ) I weep , that heaven - born Genius so should fall ; And oft , in Fancy's saddest hour , my soul 12 JUVENILE POEMS .
... high the enraptured hymn Amid the blaze of Seraphim ! Yet oft ( ' tis Nature's bosom - startling call ) I weep , that heaven - born Genius so should fall ; And oft , in Fancy's saddest hour , my soul 12 JUVENILE POEMS .
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... Nature's rich array , And bright in all her tender hues , ray : Sweet tree of Hope ! thou loveliest child of Spring ! How fair didst thou disclose thine early bloom , Loading the west - winds with its soft perfume ! And Fancy , elfin ...
... Nature's rich array , And bright in all her tender hues , ray : Sweet tree of Hope ! thou loveliest child of Spring ! How fair didst thou disclose thine early bloom , Loading the west - winds with its soft perfume ! And Fancy , elfin ...
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amid anguish arms Asplenium Scolopendrium babe behold beneath blessed bower breast breath breeze bright BROCKLEY COOMB brow calm cheek child clouds D¿mon dance dark dart dear deep dream Earl HENRY Earth Ellen fair Fancy fear feel flowers Friend gale gaze gentle gleam groans haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hill holy Hope hour hues infant Jeremy Taylor KUBLA KHAN Lewti light limbs lonely Love Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy mind Mocketh MONODY Moon mossy Mother murmur muse ne'er night o'er pale PATRICK SPENCE pause Peace PIXIES pleasure Poem poor rose round S. T. COLERIDGE SHURTON sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrows soul spirit stars stream sunny sweet swell tears thee thine thou thought Thought Industrious Throne toil trembling twas vale voice waves weep wild wind wing youth
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Page 213 - 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? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 330 - mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Page 289 - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue ; I see them all so excellently fair, I see, not feel, how beautiful they are...
Page 328 - ... all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone had been cast, but alas! without the after restoration of the latter...
Page 100 - Believe thou, O my soul, Life is a vision shadowy of Truth ; And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave, Shapes of a dream ! The veiling clouds retire, And lo ! the Throne of the redeeming God Forth flashing unimaginable day Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
Page 329 - 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.
Page 103 - For all that meets the bodily sense I deem Symbolical, one mighty alphabet For infant minds ; and we in this low world Placed with our backs to bright reality, That we may learn with young unwounded ken The substance from its shadow.
Page 159 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Page 330 - I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there...
Page 211 - As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, 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, I worshipped the Invisible alone.