The Poems of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. S. Francis & Company, 1848 - 384 Seiten |
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... Tale of the Dark Ladie The Ballad of the Dark Ladie . A Fragment Lewti , or the Circasssian Love - chaunt The Picture ; or the Lover's Resolution The Night Scene . A Dramatic Fragment To an Unfortunate Woman - · 122 126 127 129 132 138 ...
... Tale of the Dark Ladie The Ballad of the Dark Ladie . A Fragment Lewti , or the Circasssian Love - chaunt The Picture ; or the Lover's Resolution The Night Scene . A Dramatic Fragment To an Unfortunate Woman - · 122 126 127 129 132 138 ...
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... tale of misery to impart- From others ' eyes bid artless sorrows flow , And raise esteem upon the base of woe ! " - SHAW . The communicativeness of our nature leads us to de- scribe our own sorrows ; in the endeavor to describe them ...
... tale of misery to impart- From others ' eyes bid artless sorrows flow , And raise esteem upon the base of woe ! " - SHAW . The communicativeness of our nature leads us to de- scribe our own sorrows ; in the endeavor to describe them ...
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... tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore love I you , sweet Genevieve ...
... tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore love I you , sweet Genevieve ...
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... tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore love I you , sweet Genevieve ...
... tale of Woe . When sinking low the Sufferer wan Beholds no hand outstretcht to save , Fair , as the bosom of the Swan That rises graceful o'er the wave , I've seen your breast with pity heave , And therefore love I you , sweet Genevieve ...
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... Young 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 ! 4 THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A JUVENILE POEMS . 25.
... Young 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 ! 4 THE RAVEN . A CHRISTMAS TALE , TOLD BY A JUVENILE POEMS . 25.
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Albatross amid anguish babe Bard beautiful black lips blest boughs bower breast breath breeze bright brother's kiss brow calm child CHRIST'S HOSPITAL Christabel cloud dance dark dart dear deathmate deep delight dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE Earl Henry earth Faery Queen fair fear feel flowers gale gaze gentle groans grove haply hath hear heard heart heave Heaven hope hour hues infant JESUS COLLEGE kiss Lady light listen loud Maid Mary's neck meek melancholy Michael Psellus mind MONODY moon mossy mother murmuring muse Nature Nature's ne'er night o'er pain pang Pixies platform wild pleasure poems poet rose round sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song SONNET soothed sorrow soul sound spirit stars strains stream sweet swelling tale tears thee thine thou thought throne toil trembling Twas vale voice wanton song wind wing youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 172 - 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
Seite 164 - 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...
Seite 162 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines...
Seite xvii - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Seite 175 - 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.
Seite 147 - Joy, Lady! is the spirit and the power, Which wedding Nature to us gives in dower A new Earth and new Heaven...
Seite 147 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Seite 174 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Seite 185 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Seite 186 - There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek — There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.