The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeEdward Moxon, 1863 - 404 עמודים |
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עמוד iv
... present , as it is the only authorised , so it is , and must for many years continue to be the only complete , or nearly complete , collection of his poems . All the " poems written in later life , " many of them among the author's most ...
... present , as it is the only authorised , so it is , and must for many years continue to be the only complete , or nearly complete , collection of his poems . All the " poems written in later life , " many of them among the author's most ...
עמוד vii
... present Edition of S. T. Coleridge's Poetical and Dramatic Works , as far as circumstances permitted -that is to say , as far as the date of composition of each poem was ascertainable , and as far as the plan could be carried out ...
... present Edition of S. T. Coleridge's Poetical and Dramatic Works , as far as circumstances permitted -that is to say , as far as the date of composition of each poem was ascertainable , and as far as the plan could be carried out ...
עמוד xi
... present Editors have been guided in the general arrangement of this edition by those of 1817 and 1828 , which may be held to represent the author's matured judgment upon the larger and more important part of his poetical productions ...
... present Editors have been guided in the general arrangement of this edition by those of 1817 and 1828 , which may be held to represent the author's matured judgment upon the larger and more important part of his poetical productions ...
עמוד xii
... present publication commences ; and there can be no doubt that his Editor of 1834 would ere now have come to the conclusion , that only such of the Author's early performances as were sealed by his own approval ought to form a permanent ...
... present publication commences ; and there can be no doubt that his Editor of 1834 would ere now have come to the conclusion , that only such of the Author's early performances as were sealed by his own approval ought to form a permanent ...
עמוד xiv
... present owner . It is presented not as altogether satisfactory , but as the best and most interesting record of the Poet's youthful face that was to be obtained . S. C. CHESTER PLACE , REGENT'S PARK March , 1852 . PREFACE . COMPOSITIONS ...
... present owner . It is presented not as altogether satisfactory , but as the best and most interesting record of the Poet's youthful face that was to be obtained . S. C. CHESTER PLACE , REGENT'S PARK March , 1852 . PREFACE . COMPOSITIONS ...
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ancient Mariner arms babe Bard behold beneath Biographia Literaria bird blessed blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dance dark dear death deep DERWENT COLERIDGE doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feelings flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven holy Hope hour Jeremy Taylor Kubla Khan lady land of mist light limbs look Lord loud Love maid meek mind Monody Moon mother murmur Muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er Pixies poem poet prayed rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. Coleridge ship SHURTON sigh silent Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe sorrow soul spake spirit stars stood strange stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
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עמוד 95 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
עמוד 145 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And '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...
עמוד 101 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip— Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
עמוד 144 - 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.
עמוד 284 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
עמוד 99 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
עמוד 101 - Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare 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!
עמוד 107 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
עמוד 329 - All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair — The bees are stirring — birds are on the wing — And Winter slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! And I the while, the sole unbusy thing, Nor honey make, nor pair, nor build, nor sing.
עמוד 254 - 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! 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.