The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapola ...William Pickering, 1828 |
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... Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws , We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek ; And , haply , from the nectar - breathing ROSE Extract a BLUSH for LOVE ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A 24 JUVENILE POEMS .
... Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws , We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek ; And , haply , from the nectar - breathing ROSE Extract a BLUSH for LOVE ! THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A 24 JUVENILE POEMS .
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... breathing KISSES fling ; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the ROSE's hue . Bashful lo ! she bends her head , And darts a blush of deeper Red ! Too well those lovely lips disclose The Triumphs of the opening Rose ; O fair ! O ...
... breathing KISSES fling ; And He the glitter of the Dew Scatters on the ROSE's hue . Bashful lo ! she bends her head , And darts a blush of deeper Red ! Too well those lovely lips disclose The Triumphs of the opening Rose ; O fair ! O ...
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... breath of Love . In tender accents , faint and low , Well - pleased I hear the whispered " No ! ” The whispered " No " -how little meant ! Sweet Falsehood that endears Consent ! For on those lovely lips the while Dawns the soft ...
... breath of Love . In tender accents , faint and low , Well - pleased I hear the whispered " No ! ” The whispered " No " -how little meant ! Sweet Falsehood that endears Consent ! For on those lovely lips the while Dawns the soft ...
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... breathing God ! his downy wing Was fluttering now , as quickly to depart ; When twanged an arrow from Love's mystic string , With pathless wound it pierced him to the heart . Was there some Magic in the Elfin's dart ? Or did he strike ...
... breathing God ! his downy wing Was fluttering now , as quickly to depart ; When twanged an arrow from Love's mystic string , With pathless wound it pierced him to the heart . Was there some Magic in the Elfin's dart ? Or did he strike ...
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... breathing Miniature ! thou mak'st me sigh- A Babe art thou - and such a Thing am I ! To anger rapid and as soon appeased , For trifles mourning and by trifles pleased , Break Friendship's Mirror with a tetchy blow , Yet snatch 74 ...
... breathing Miniature ! thou mak'st me sigh- A Babe art thou - and such a Thing am I ! To anger rapid and as soon appeased , For trifles mourning and by trifles pleased , Break Friendship's Mirror with a tetchy blow , Yet snatch 74 ...
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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 Dæmon 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.