Psyche (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The butterfly the ancient Grecians made The soul's fair emblem, and its only name-- But of the soul, escaped the ...
The butterfly the ancient Grecians made The soul's fair emblem, and its only name-- But of the soul, escaped the ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
Where true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest. Not ...
What scene would I want to be enveloped in more than this one, an ordinary night at the kitchen table, ...
amidst swirling wine and flickers of silver guests quote Dante, Brecht, Kant and each other. I wait in the hall ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity, And never care how rain may steep, Or snow may ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
The Chief Defect of Henry King Was chewing little bits of String. At last he swallowed some which tied Itself ...
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. "Samuel, raise thy buried head! "King, behold the ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Thou whose spell can raise the dead, Bid the prophet's form appear. 'Samuel, raise thy buried head! King, behold the ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that. My own clouds darkening hung. Besides, it wasn't serious. ...
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