Geraldine: A Sequel to Coleridge's Christabel : with Other PoemsJ. Rickerby, 1838 - 217 pàgines |
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Geraldine: A Sequel to Coleridge's Christabel: with Other Poems Martin Farquhar Tupper Visualització completa - 1846 |
Geraldine: A Sequel to Coleridge's Christabel : with Other Poems Martin Farquhar Tupper Visualització completa - 1838 |
Geraldine: A Sequel to Coleridge's Christabel: with Other Poems Martin Farquhar Tupper Visualització completa - 1846 |
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Amador art thou beauty Behold bless blest bliss bloom bosom Bracy Brahmins breast breath Briareus bright burst Carthage chamois cheek cheer cherub child Christabel clouds cold curse dare dark daughter days gone dead dear death deep deep heart delight desert dread dreary earth evil face faint fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle Geraldine glad glorious glory grace hand happy hast hate hath hear heart heaven holy hope hour innocent kind life's light look'd lour lov'd mammon mercy mind nature's never night o'er pale pelf poison'd poor pray'd rapture rich Roland de Vaux silent simoom Sir Leoline smile soft sordid sorrow soul spirit stream strong sunny sunny brow SUTTEES sweet sympathy tears terror thee thine thing to dream thou art thought toil truth Varuna warm weary weep wild wings young
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Pàgina ix - Since the latter date my poetic powers have been, till very lately, in a state of suspended animation. But as, in my very first conception of the tale, I had the whole present to my mind with the wholeness no less than with the liveliness of a vision, I trust that I shall be able to embody in verse the three parts yet to come in the course of the present year.
Pàgina 200 - We were here at once surprised and terrified by a sight surely one of the most magnificent in the world. In that vast expanse of desert, from W.
Pàgina 122 - Is but one long protracted scene of sorrow. I scarce would wonder, if a godless man, (I name not him whose hope is heavenward,) A man, whom lying vanities hath scath'd And harden'd from all fear, — if such an one By this tyrannical Argus goaded on Were to be wearied of his very life, And daily, hourly foiled in social converse, By the slow simmering of disappointment Become a sour'd and apathetic being, Were to feel rapture at the approach of death, And long for his dark hope, —annihilation.
Pàgina 5 - Like a dead star, bluely white ; A seal of sin, I note it now, Flickers upon thy ghastly brow ; And about the huge old oak Thickly curls a poisonous smoke, And terrible shapes with evil names Are leaping around a circle of flames, And the tost air whirls, storm-driven, And the rent earth quakes, charm-riven, — And — art thou not afraid? All dauntless stands the maid In mystical robe array'd, And still with flashing eyes She dares the sorrowful skies...
Pàgina 200 - Again they would retreat so as to be almost out of sight, their tops reaching to the very clouds. There the tops often separated from the bodies ; and these, once disjoined, dispersed in the air, and did not appear more. Sometimes they were broken near the middle, as if struck with a large cannon shot.
Pàgina 199 - I saw from the SE a haze come, in colour like the purple part of the rainbow, but not so compressed or thick. It did not occupy twenty yards in breadth and was about twelve feet high from the ground. It was a kind of blush upon the air and it moved very rapidly, for I...
Pàgina 149 - He thought how all thro' life, though young, Upon a thread, a hair, he hung, Over a gulf midway : He thought what fear it were to fall Into the pit that swallows all, Unwing'd with hope and love ; And when the succour came at last, O, then he learnt how firm and fast Was his best Friend above.
Pàgina 119 - Hast ever known the sudden icy chill Of dreary disappointment, as it dashes The sweet cup of anticipated bliss From the parched lips of long-enduring hope ? Then thou canst picture, — aye, in sober truth, In real, unexaggerated truth, — The constant, galling, festering chain that...
Pàgina 103 - YOUNG bride, — a wreath for thee ! Of sweet and gentle flowers; For wedded love was pure and free In Eden's happy bowers. Young bride, — a song for thee ! A song of joyous measure, For thy cup of hope shall be Young bride, — a tear for thee!
Pàgina 41 - Their knees give way, their faces are pale, And loudly beneath the corslets of mail, Their aged hearts in generous heat Almost to bursting boil and beat ; The white lips quiver, the pulses throb, They stifle and swallow the rising sob, — And there they stand, faint and unmann'd, As each holds forth his bare right hand...