The Poems of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With a Prefatory Notice, Biographical and CriticalWalter Scott, 1887 - 294 pages |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ALHADRA Alvar ancient Mariner arms babe bard beneath blessed breast breath breeze bright brother calm cheek child Christabel cloud Coleridge curse dark dead dear deep didst doth dream earth ERNEST RHYS face fair fancies father fear gaze gentle Geraldine groan guilt hast hath hear heard heart Heaven hope Isid Isidore JOSEPH SKIPSEY Kubla Khan lady light limbs listen live look lord loud Lyrical Ballads maid moon Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er night o'er once ORDONIO pang pause poem pray Roland de Vaux round Samuel Taylor Coleridge scorn ship sight silent sing Sir Leoline sleep smile song soul sound spake spirit stars stept stood strange sweet swelling tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thing thou thought Twas Valdez voice WALTER SCOTT ween wild WILLIAM SHARP wind
Popular passages
Page 132 - 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!
Page 46 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud; The Moon was at its edge.
Page 175 - And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Page 37 - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work "em woe : • For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 82 - Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice I And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry,
Page 35 - 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...
Page 54 - This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Page 41 - Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare 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!
Page 33 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.' He holds him with his skinny hand, 'There was a ship,
Page 48 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.