Aplolgia Pro Vita Sua (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
The poet in his lone yet genial hour Gives to his eyes a magnifying power : Or rather he emancipates ...
The poet in his lone yet genial hour Gives to his eyes a magnifying power : Or rather he emancipates ...
In K?hln, a town of monks and bones, And pavements fang'd with murderous stones And rags, and hags, and hideous ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
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 ...
Is there another world for this frail dust To warm with life and be itself again? Something about me daily ...
I see a woman any woman making up and change first she is thinking of something else (because when a ...
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
Soft was the night, the eve how airy, When through the big, fat dictionary I wandered on in careless ease, ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
Methought I saw him but I knew him not; He was so changed from what he used to be, There ...
Eternal power of earth and air, Unseen, yet seen in all around, Remote, but dwelling everywhere, Though silent, heard in ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Oh, thy bright eyes must answer now, When Reason, with a scornful brow, Is mocking at my overthrow! Oh, thy ...
"Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear, While summer's sun is beaming! ...
The blue bell is the sweetest flower That waves in summer air; Its blossoms have the mightiest power To soothe ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now ? Since passion may not fire thee Shall nature cease ...
NO coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines ...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
You will be walking some night in the comfortable dark of your yard and suddenly a great light will shine ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
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