The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Juvenile poems. Sibylline leaves. The The rime of the ancient mariner : in seven parts. Christabel. Miscellaneous poems. Remorse : a tragedy, in five acts. Zapolya : a Christmas tale, in two parts. The Piccolomini, or, The first part of Wallenstein : a dramaHarper & Brothers, Franklin Square, 1853 |
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... o'er the awakened sky . Ah such is Hope ! as changeful and as fair ! Now dimly peering on the wistful sight ; Now hid behind the dragon - winged Despair : But soon emerging in her radiant might She o'er the sorrow - clouded breast of ...
... o'er the awakened sky . Ah such is Hope ! as changeful and as fair ! Now dimly peering on the wistful sight ; Now hid behind the dragon - winged Despair : But soon emerging in her radiant might She o'er the sorrow - clouded breast of ...
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... O'er rough and smooth with even step he passed And knows not whether he be first or last . MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON . O WHAT a wonder seems the fear of death , Seeing how gladly we all sink to sleep , Babes , Children , Youths ...
... O'er rough and smooth with even step he passed And knows not whether he be first or last . MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON . O WHAT a wonder seems the fear of death , Seeing how gladly we all sink to sleep , Babes , Children , Youths ...
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... o'er her darling dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While " mid the pelting of that merciless storm , " Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famished form ! Sublime of thought , and confident of fame , From vales where Avon winds the Minstrel ...
... o'er her darling dead Pity hopeless hung her head , While " mid the pelting of that merciless storm , " Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famished form ! Sublime of thought , and confident of fame , From vales where Avon winds the Minstrel ...
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... o'er Avon's rocky steep , To Fancy's car sweet is your murmuring deep ! For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave Watching , with wistful eye , the saddening tints of eve . Here , far from men , amid this pathless grove , In solemn ...
... o'er Avon's rocky steep , To Fancy's car sweet is your murmuring deep ! For here she loves the cypress wreath to weave Watching , with wistful eye , the saddening tints of eve . Here , far from men , amid this pathless grove , In solemn ...
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... O'er the ocean swell Sublime of Hope I seek the cottaged dell Where Virtue calm with careless step may stray ; And , dancing to the moonlight roundelay , The wizard passions weave a holy spell ! O Chatterton ! that thou wert yet alive ...
... O'er the ocean swell Sublime of Hope I seek the cottaged dell Where Virtue calm with careless step may stray ; And , dancing to the moonlight roundelay , The wizard passions weave a holy spell ! O Chatterton ! that thou wert yet alive ...
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Alvar arms art thou babe Bathory beneath Bethlen blessed breast bright Butler Casimir child clouds Coun Countess Cuirassiers curse dare dark dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Egra Emerick Emperor fair faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle Glycine groan hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honor hope hour Illo Illyria Isid Isolani Jeremy Taylor Kiuprili lady Laska light live look Lord maid Maradas moon mother ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er Octavio once Ordonio pause Piccolomini Pilsen Prague Questenberg round SCENE sigh silent sleep smile song soul spirit stand stars stept strange Swedes sweet sword tale tears tell Tertsky thee Thek Thekla thine things thou art thought Twas Valdez voice Wallenstein wild words Wran youth
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155 ページ - 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!
235 ページ - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
261 ページ - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above, And life is thorny, and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
234 ページ - See! See! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
232 ページ - 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 mariners
238 ページ - 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.
126 ページ - 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 ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
230 ページ - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
246 ページ - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
153 ページ - BLANC! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity!