Hymn before Sun-rise, in the Vale of Chamouni (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Though friendships differ endless in degree , The sorts , methinks, may be reduced to three. Ac quaintance many, and ...
William, my teacher, my friend ! dear William and dear Dorothea ! Smooth out the folds of my letter, and ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
"How seldom, friend! a good great man inherits Honour or wealth with all his worth and pains! It sounds like ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
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 ...
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