The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeEdward Moxon, 1863 - 404 עמודים |
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... side of a river both deep and great . Where then did the Raven go ? He went high and low , Over hill , over dale , did the black Raven go . Many Autumns , many Springs Travelled he with wandering wings : Many Summers , many Winters— I ...
... side of a river both deep and great . Where then did the Raven go ? He went high and low , Over hill , over dale , did the black Raven go . Many Autumns , many Springs Travelled he with wandering wings : Many Summers , many Winters— I ...
עמוד 26
... side ! How thou wouldst toss thy heels in gamesome play , And frisk about , as lamb or kitten gay ! Yea ! and more musically sweet to me Thy dissonant harsh bray of joy would be , Than warbled melodies that soothe to rest The aching of ...
... side ! How thou wouldst toss thy heels in gamesome play , And frisk about , as lamb or kitten gay ! Yea ! and more musically sweet to me Thy dissonant harsh bray of joy would be , Than warbled melodies that soothe to rest The aching of ...
עמוד 32
... side , And loud lewd Mirth , to Anguish close allied : Till Frenzy , fierce - eyed child of moping pain , Darts her hot lightning - flash athwart the brain . Rest , injured shade ! Shall Slander squatting near Spit her cold venom in a ...
... side , And loud lewd Mirth , to Anguish close allied : Till Frenzy , fierce - eyed child of moping pain , Darts her hot lightning - flash athwart the brain . Rest , injured shade ! Shall Slander squatting near Spit her cold venom in a ...
עמוד 39
... side Waves o'er the murmurs of his calmer tide , Will raise a solemn Cenotaph to thee , Sweet Harper of time - shrouded Minstrelsy ! And there , soothed sadly by the dirgeful wind , Muse on the sore ills I had left behind . 1790-95 ...
... side Waves o'er the murmurs of his calmer tide , Will raise a solemn Cenotaph to thee , Sweet Harper of time - shrouded Minstrelsy ! And there , soothed sadly by the dirgeful wind , Muse on the sore ills I had left behind . 1790-95 ...
עמוד 41
... side ! But O ! if some strange trance The eyelids of thy stern - browed Sister press , Seize , Mercy ! thou more terrible the brand , And hurl her thunderbolts with fiercer hand ! * See Note . SONNET IV . THOUGH roused by that dark ...
... side ! But O ! if some strange trance The eyelids of thy stern - browed Sister press , Seize , Mercy ! thou more terrible the brand , And hurl her thunderbolts with fiercer hand ! * See Note . SONNET IV . THOUGH roused by that dark ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
amid arms babe Bard behold beneath bird blessed blest breast breath breeze bright bright eyes brow Cain calm cheek child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dear death deep DERWENT COLERIDGE doth dream earth fair fancy father fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine green groan hath hear heard heart heave Heaven holy hope hour Jeremy Taylor Kubla Khan lady land of mist light limbs look Lord loud Love Love's maid meek mind Monody Moon mother murmur Muse ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er pain Pixies poem poet rock Roland de Vaux rose round S. T. Coleridge shadow ship SHURTON sigh silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile soft song SONNET soothe soul spake spirit stars stept stood stream sweet swell tale tears thee thine things thou thought tree twas voice ween wild wind wing youth
קטעים בולטים
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.