Fears In Solitude (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
The Day that Youth had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
The day that YOUTH had died, There came to his grave-side, In decent mourning, from the country's ends, Those scatter'd ...
'Tis done---and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bending mast, Loud sings ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft, and charms so ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise, And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
And thou art dead, as young and fair As aught of mortal birth; And form so soft and charm so ...
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
I. Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught---speak truth---above ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
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