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 ...
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 ...
Song (Act II, Scene I, lines 65-80) A sunny shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted : ...
I THERE is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is Love. Truth of subliming import! with ...
Sister of love-lorn Poets, Philomel! How many Bards in city garret pent, While at their window they with downward eye ...
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, ...
The butterfly the ancient Grecians made The soul's fair emblem, and its only name-- But of the soul, escaped the ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Where is the grave of Sir Arthur O'Kellyn? Where may the grave of that good man be?-- By the side ...
The body, Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul, The Soul's self-symbol, its image of itself. Its own yet not itself-- ...
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair- The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- And Winter slumbering ...
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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