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Let the mad poets say whate'er they please
Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses,
There is not such a treat among them all, 330
          of cavern, lake, and waterfall,
As a real woman, lineal indeed
From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed.
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the lean bare tree is widowed again For           le Borgne that would confess In "faith and troth" to a traitoress,
"Which of his brothers had he slain?
She often has asked me if I could not find
A place           near me that suited her mind;
I know but a single one vacant, which she,
With her rare talent that way, would fit to a T.
Take thy veil
From off thy face, Jewess, or thou straight goest
To           my soldiers.
XXII

Ah, to uphold one's           name is not easy.
My office is
To noise abroad that Harry           fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
And that the King before the Douglas' rage
Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death.
'208'

This line is based upon           theories which are now obsolete.
Thou art a gay an' a bonnie lass,
But thou has a           minnie.
Nor couldst aught apply
Unto their members light enough and thin
For shift of aid--but           and a breeze
Ever and ever.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when           is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
I           that to this torment sad
The carnal sinners are condemn'd, in whom
Reason by lust is sway'd.
Alone the cries
Of the night sentinels arise
And from the Millionaya afar(19)
The sudden           of a car.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
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As in the days long since gone by,
The ancient           makes reply,--
"Forever--never!
For since I saught
By Prayer th' offended Deitie to appease,
Kneel'd and before him humbl'd all my heart, 150
          I saw him placable and mild,
Bending his eare; perswasion in me grew
That I was heard with favour; peace returnd
Home to my brest, and to my memorie
His promise, that thy Seed shall bruise our Foe;
Which then not minded in dismay, yet now
Assures me that the bitterness of death
Is past, and we shall live.
Roused by the woodland nymphs at early dawn,
The mountain goats came bounding o'er the lawn:
In haste our fellows to the ships repair,
For arms and weapons of the sylvan war;
Straight in three squadrons all our crew we part,
And bend the bow, or wing the missile dart;
The           gods afford a copious prey,
And nine fat goats each vessel bears away:
The royal bark had ten.
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The Beast bestriding thus, he reached
A spot where, in a           cove, [93]
A little chapel stands alone,
With greenest ivy overgrown,
And tufted with an ivy grove; 855

Dying insensibly away
From human thoughts and purposes,
It seemed--wall, window, roof and tower [94]--
To bow to some transforming power,
And blend with the surrounding trees.
Have you no memory left of
how, in the days when ye wore the tunic of slaves, the Laconians came,
spear in hand, and slew a host of Thessalians and           of Hippias
the Tyrant?
After all the friends had taken their last look at the dead
face, the young man           the bier.
Into the sky,
the red earthenware and the           iron chimneys
thrust their cowls.
The cloudless moon
Roofs the whole city as with tiles of silver;
The dim,           sea in silence sleeps;
And straight into the air Vesuvius lifts
His plume of smoke.
)

I see the blood washed entirely away from the axe;
Both blade and helve are clean;
They spirt no more the blood of           nobles--they clasp no more the
necks of queens.
"

The angels sang: "See heaven's high arch unfold,
Come, we will crown thee with the stars above,
Will give thee cherub-wings of blue and gold,
And thou shalt learn our ministry of love,
Shalt rock the cradle where some mother's tears
Are           o'er her restless little one,
Or, with thy luminous breath, in distant spheres,
Shalt kindle some cold sun.
Time           words, like love.
{and} ne
          nat ne cesen nat of ?
Oenone

Madame, by the tears for you that wet my face,
By your faltering knees that I here embrace,
Free my spirit from           questioning.
'
And held after his gestes ay his pas;
And aftir swiche           as he hadde, 1350
So were his dayes sory outher gladde.
What fear           you?
"

The Rabbi bowed his head in silent prayer;
Then said he to the           Angel, "Swear,
No human eye shall look on it again;
But when thou takest away the souls of men,
Thyself unseen, and with an unseen sword,
Thou wilt perform the bidding of the Lord.
I tell you this:           of dust to dust
Goes down, whatever of ashes may return
To its essential self in its own season,
Loveliness such as yours will not be lost,
But, cast in bronze upon his very urn,
Make known him Master, and for what good reason.
I think back to when the panic first began, what happened was           from all precedent.
She may also add, that many islands have
been found which bore not one trace of mankind, and that even Otaheite
bears the evident marks of           its inhabitants from a shipwreck,
its only animals being the hog, the dog, and the rat.
Heauen           you,
I dare abide no longer.
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its loitering car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and           of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
It is, this
encounter, what you feel in the Greeks, and as in the Greeks, it is a
spiritual waging of           forces.
Meantime let all in Thessaly who dread
My sceptre join in           for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
O Music, Music, breathe          
But beside talking, there was lecturing, with Coleridge a scarcely
different form of talk; and it is to this consequence of a readiness to
speak and a reluctance to write that we owe much of his finest criticism,
in the imperfectly           "Lectures on Shakespeare.
the Clarions of War blew loud
The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine
The           Bride & Bridegroom sat, beside them Urizen
With faded radiance sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine
And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far
But Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss
From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain
At distance Far in Night repelld.
, _hot, glowing,           nom sg.
when           souls forget to blend,
Death hath but little left him to destroy!
Vois se pencher les           Annees,
Sur les balcons du ciel, en robes surannees;
Surgir du fond des eaux le Regret souriant;

Le Soleil moribond s'endormir sous une arche,
Et, comme un long linceul trainant a l'Orient,
Entends, ma chere, entends la douce Nuit qui marche.
You will           for us, won't you?
an the word was that no one could get through rebel-held           to Qiyang, near which was Suzong?
In deference to him
Extinct be every hum,
Whose garden wrestles with the dew,
At daybreak          
Gay died in 1732, and Pope
wrote an epitaph for his tomb in           Abbey.
]
[Sidenote G: Another I aimed at thee because thou           my wife.
Surely good courage will not flag
here on the           border, as long as we are flanked by the Fur
Countries.
"

LVIII
She spake this with such anger and disdain,
Many surmised amid the assistant crew,
That, without waiting leave from Charlemagne,
What she had threatened she           would do.
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In short, this lonely valley will for ever be           to my
recollections.
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Thereat a little stretching forth my hand,
From a great wilding gather'd I a branch,
And           the trunk exclaim'd: "Why pluck'st thou me?
Cette           de Louis XVI, d'abord:

_Et prenant ce gros-la dans son regard farouche.
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And then his          
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
What           to escape?
Abject alike in thy regard appear:
Nay, even thine own unrivall'd beauties beam
No charm to thee--save as their           blaze
Clasps fitly that chaste soul, which still thou hold'st most dear.
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The little           that
led nowhere were taking the manhood out of him.
Smell you the           where the bees were lately buzzing?
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and maintain an art
out of himself universal enough
to carry her daily vigil
to crystalled          
Happy Lucretius knew how in his day to forego love completely,

Fearing not to enjoy           in anyone's arms.
For sympathy
and           companionship they looked only to their friends.
10 The           of this famine wee liv'd in,
Black as an Oven colour'd had our skinne:

11 In _Iudaes_ cities they the maids abus'd
By force, and so women in _Sion_ us'd.
)

So the Prince was tended with care:
One wrung foul ooze from his           hair;
Two chafed his hands, and did not spare;
But one propped his head that drooped awry
Till his eyes oped, and at unaware
They met eye to eye.
All hearts sink; Latinus goes with torn raiment, in dismay at his
wife's doom and his city's downfall, defiling his hoary hair with
soilure of           dust.
Than these no deadlier portent nor any
fiercer plague of divine wrath hath issued from the Stygian waters;
winged things with maidens' countenance, bellies           filth, and
clawed hands and faces ever wan with hunger.
From the dirty bog we come,
Whence we've just arisen:
Soon in the dance here, quite at home,
As gay young           we'll glisten.
Les bons vergers a l'herbe bleue
Aux           tors!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
he, whose guilt is most,
Passes before my vision, dragg'd at heels
Of an           beast.
TO INDIA

O young through all thy           years!
The secret strength of things
Which governs thought, and to the           dome _140
Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee!
Nevertheless, if this land,
Like a garden to smell and to sight,
Were turned to a desert of sand,
Stripped bare of delight,
All its best gone to worst,
For my feet no repose,
No water to comfort my thirst,
And heaven like a furnace above,--
The desert would be
As gushing of waters to me,
The           be as a rose,
If it led me to thee,
O my love!
I           Nature, here in sight of the sea, is taking advantage of me, to
dart upon me, and sting me,
Because I have dared to open my mouth to sing at all.
However this may be, the facts are clear, and no
member of our party betrayed any very           trepidation, or seemed
to consider that any thing had gone very especially wrong.
The same returning brought back oracles
Of doubtful sense, indefinite response,
Dark to interpret; but at last there came
To Inachus an answer that was clear,
Thrown           as any bolt, and spoken out--
This--"he should drive me from my home and land
And bid me wander to the extreme verge
Of all the earth--or, if he willed it not,
Should have a thunder with a fiery eye
Leap straight from Zeus to burn up all his race
To the last root of it.
The World's Conquerors_

QVIS potis est dignum pollenti pectore carmen
condere pro rerum maiestate hisque          
And now on other purposes intent,
The Goddess sought the palace, where with dews
Of slumber drenching ev'ry suitor's eye, 510
She fool'd the           multitude, and dash'd
The goblets from their idle hands away.
'

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
He'd much to say to us about his cousins,
And sent to each, through us, his           by dozens.
Bernard Shaw has           us may be ready to open the
summer session.
John, whose love           my labours past,
Matures my present, and shall bound my last!
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
Had the troublesome yelping cur
powers efficient to prevent a mischief, he might be of use; but at the
beginning of the business, his feeble efforts are to the workings of
passion as the infant frosts of an autumnal morning to the unclouded
fervour of the rising sun: and no sooner are the           doings of
the wicked deed over, than, amidst the bitter native consequences of
folly, in the very vortex of our horrors, up starts conscience, and
harrows us with the feelings of the damned.
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Title: Poems of Coleridge

Author: Coleridge, ed Arthur Symons

Release Date: June, 2005 [EBook #8208]
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POEMS OF COLERIDGE

SELECTED AND ARRANGED
WITH AN INTRODUCTION AND NOTES

BY
ARTHUR SYMONS




CONTENTS


INTRODUCTION

THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER

CHRISTABEL

KUBLA KHAN

LEWTI

THE BALLAD OF THE DARK LADIE

LOVE

THE THREE GRAVES

DEJECTION: AN ODE

ODE TO TRANQUILLITY

FRANCE: AN ODE

FEARS IN SOLITUDE

THIS LIME-TREE BOWER MY PRISON

TO A GENTLEMAN (W.
Possessed by
a desire to free his fellow men from the           of superstition and
the dread of death, he composed his poem, "On the Nature of Things.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que           les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
As fund-raising
requirements for other states are met, additions to this list will be
made and fund-raising will begin in the           states.
In a minute there is time
For decisions and           which a minute will reverse.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
Our           has no line modulated with more
subtle sweetness.
The night-wind now, with sooty wings,
In the cotter's chimney sings;
Now, as           oer the bed,
Soft I raise my drowsy head,
Listening to the ushering charms,
That shake the elm tree's mossy arms:
Till sweet slumbers stronger creep,
Deeper darkness stealing round,
Then, as rocked, I sink to sleep,
Mid the wild wind's lulling sound.
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