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Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Fragment 7: When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt

When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt—
A Flight of Hopes for ever on the wing
But made Tranquillity a conscious Thing—
And wheeling round and round in sportive coil
Fann’d the calm air upon the brow of Toil—

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Otras obras de Samuel Taylor Coleridge...
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The body, Eternal Shadow of the finite Soul… The Soul’s self-symbol, its image… Its own yet not itself—
Addressed to a Young Man of Fortune Who Abandoned Himself to an Indolent and Causeless Melancholy

Hence that fantastic wantonness of… O Youth to partial Fortune vainly… To plunder’d Want’s half-shelter’… Go, and some hunger-bitten infant… Moan haply in a dying mother’s ear…
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834). Part III

There passed a weary time. Each t… Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld
The Presence of Love

And in Life’s noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless… The heart’s Self-solace and solil… You mould my Hopes, you fashion m… And to the leading Love-throb in…
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The Alienated Mistress; A Madrigal. (From an Unfinished Melodrama)

Lady. If Love be dead (and you aver it!… Tell me, Bard! where Love lies bu… Poet. Love lies buried where 'twas born,
Aeolian Harp, The

My pensive SARA! thy soft cheek… Thus on mine arm, most soothing sw… To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o’… With white-flower’d Jasmin, and t… (Meet emblems they of Innocence a…
Fragment 4: as some vast Tropic tree, itself a wood

As some vast Tropic tree, itself… That crests its Head with clouds,… Feeds its deep roots, and with the… Of its wide base controls the fron… (By the slant current’s pressure s…
Lines Suggested by the Last Words of Berengarius. Ob. Anno Dom. 1088

No more ‘twixt conscience staggeri… Soon shall I now before my God ap… By him to be acquitted, as I hope… By him to be condemned, as I fear… REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE
To a Friend, With an Unfinished Poem

Thus far my scanty brain hath buil… Elaborate and swelling; ­ yet the… Not owns it. From thy spirit-brea… I ask not now, my friend! the aidi… Tedious to thee, and from thy anxi…
The Exchange

We pledged our hearts, my love and… I in my arms the maiden clasping; I could not tell the reason why, But, O, I trembled like an aspen! Her father’s love she bade me gain…
To an Unfortunate Woman, Whom the Author Had Known in the Days of Her Innocence

Myrtle leaf, that ill besped Pinest in the gladsome ray, Soiled beneath the common tread Far from thy protecting spray! When the partridge o’er the sheaf
The Aeolian Harp

My pensive SARA! thy soft cheek… Thus on mine arm, most soothing sw… To sit beside our Cot, our Cot o’… With white-flower’d Jasmin, and t… (Meet emblems they of Innocence a…
Monody on the Death of Chatterton

When faint and sad o’er sorrow’s d… Slow journeys onward poor misfortu… When fades each lovely form by fan… And inly pines the self-consuming… (No scourge of scorpions in thy ri…
Sonnet XVI. to Earl Stanhope

Not, Stanhope! with the Patriot’s… I mock thy worth—Friend of the hu… Since scorning Faction’s low and… Aloof thou wendest in thy stately… Thyself redeeming from that leprou…
Time, Real and Imaginary

On the wide level of a mountain’s… (I knew not where, but 'twas some… Their pinions, ostrich-like, for s… Two lovely children run an endless… A sister and a brother!



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