The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeC. Daly, 1838 - 464 pàgines |
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Pàgina 116
... sword Fall'n Koskiusko ! Thro ' the burden'd air , ( As pauses the tir'd Copac's barb'rous yell Of triumph ) on the chill and midnight gale Rises with frantic burst or sadder swell The dirge of 116 SONNETS . To Mercy To Koskiusko.
... sword Fall'n Koskiusko ! Thro ' the burden'd air , ( As pauses the tir'd Copac's barb'rous yell Of triumph ) on the chill and midnight gale Rises with frantic burst or sadder swell The dirge of 116 SONNETS . To Mercy To Koskiusko.
Pàgina 118
... sword . TO PRIESTLEY . Tho ' rous'd by that dark Vizir Riot rude , Have driven our Priestly o'er the ocean swell ; Tho ' Superstition and her wolfish brood Bay his mild radiance , impotent and fell ; Calm in his halls of brightness he ...
... sword . TO PRIESTLEY . Tho ' rous'd by that dark Vizir Riot rude , Have driven our Priestly o'er the ocean swell ; Tho ' Superstition and her wolfish brood Bay his mild radiance , impotent and fell ; Calm in his halls of brightness he ...
Pàgina 131
... sword has made the Emperor poor ; the plough` Must reinvigorate his resources . Iso . Sure ! Times are not yet so bad . Methinks I see ( examining with his eye the dress and ornaments of Questenberg ) Good store of gold that still ...
... sword has made the Emperor poor ; the plough` Must reinvigorate his resources . Iso . Sure ! Times are not yet so bad . Methinks I see ( examining with his eye the dress and ornaments of Questenberg ) Good store of gold that still ...
Pàgina 135
... sword , and plac'd such power In such a hand ? I tell you , he'll refuse , Flatly refuse , t'obey the Imperial orders . Friend , he can do't , and what he can , he will . And then th ' impunity of his defiance- O ! what a proclamation ...
... sword , and plac'd such power In such a hand ? I tell you , he'll refuse , Flatly refuse , t'obey the Imperial orders . Friend , he can do't , and what he can , he will . And then th ' impunity of his defiance- O ! what a proclamation ...
Pàgina 170
... sword's hilt in my grasp : and that your court Snatch eagerly at this pretence , and use The Spanish title , to drain off my forces , To lead into the empire a new army Unsubjected to my control . To throw me Plumply aside . I am still ...
... sword's hilt in my grasp : and that your court Snatch eagerly at this pretence , and use The Spanish title , to drain off my forces , To lead into the empire a new army Unsubjected to my control . To throw me Plumply aside . I am still ...
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The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge [ed. by R.H ... Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge Visualització completa - 1877 |
The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Founded ..., Volum 4 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualització completa - 1880 |
The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Founded ..., Volum 4 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualització completa - 1880 |
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 94 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: 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.
Pàgina 106 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company \~ To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay...
Pàgina 88 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Pàgina 97 - 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! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
Pàgina 86 - 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.
Pàgina li - tis Death itself there dies. EPITAPH. STOP, Christian Passer-by — Stop, child of God, And read with gentle breast. Beneath this sod A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he — O lift one thought in prayer for STC ; That he who many a year with toil of breath Found death in life, may here find life in death ! Mercy for praise — to be forgiven for fame He ask'd, and hoped, through Christ. Do thou the same ! AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Pàgina 78 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Pàgina 101 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Pàgina 95 - My lips were wet. my throat was cold, My garments all were dank: Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. " I moved and could not feel my limbs ; I was so light, almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost. "And soon I heard a roaring wind, It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere.
Pàgina 85 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.