The poetical and dramatic works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge [ed. by R.H.Shepherd].

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Basil Montagu Pickering, 1877
 

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Page 136 - With other ministrations thou, O Nature ! Healest thy wandering and distempered child: Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets; Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters ! Till he relent, and can no more endure To be a jarring and a dissonant thing Amid this general dance and minstrelsy; But, bursting into tears, wins back his way, His angry spirit healed and harmonized By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
Page 10 - REMORSE is as the heart in which it grows : If that be gentle, it drops balmy dews Of true repentance ; but if proud and gloomy, It is a poison-tree, that pierced to the inmost Weeps only tears of poison ! Alv.
Page 72 - Hear, sweet spirit, hear the spell, Lest a blacker charm compel! So shall the midnight breezes swell With thy deep long-lingering knell.
Page 132 - THE DUNGEON. And this place our forefathers made for man! This is the process of our love and wisdom, To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps — and what if guilty? Is this the only cure? Merciful God! Each pore and natural outlet...
Page 114 - Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain, He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth, Soon after they arrived in that new world, In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat, And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight Up a great river, great as any sea, And ne'er was...
Page 229 - A sunny shaft did I behold, From sky to earth it slanted : And poised therein a bird so bold — Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted ! He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he trolled Within that shaft of sunny mist ; His eyes of fire, his beak of gold, , All else of amethyst ! And thus he sang : " Adieu ! adieu ! Love's dreams prove seldom true. The blossoms, they make no delay : The sparkling dew-drops will not stay. Sweet month of May, We must away ; Far, far away ! To-day!
Page 135 - With other ministrations thou, O Nature ! 20 Healest thy wandering and distemper'd child : Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets, Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, Till he relent, and can no more...
Page 267 - O surer than suspicion's hundred eyes Is that fine sense, which to the pure in heart, By mere oppugnancy of their own goodness, Reveals the approach of evil.
Page 133 - Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks — And this is their best cure! uncomforted And friendless solitude, groaning and tears, And savage faces, at the clanking hour Seen through the steams and vapour of his dungeon, By the lamp's dismal twilight!