The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 1 and 2Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
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The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Vol 1 and 2
Coleridge, Samuel Taylor
English poetry -- 19th century
Dost roam for prey--yea thy unnatural hand
Liftest to deeds of blood
1796.
[281] Dost] Dar'st Watchman.
[283-4]
Nights of pollution, days of blasphemy,
Who in thy orgies with loath'd wassailers
1803.
[290] O loathly-visag'd Suppliants! ye that oft 1796: O loathly-visag'd
supplicants! that oft Watchman.
[291-2]
Rack'd with disease, from the unopen'd gate
Of the full Lazar-house, heart-broken crawl!
1796, Watchman.
[293-6]
O ye to scepter'd Glory's gore-drench'd field
Forc'd or ensnar'd, who swept by Slaughter's scythe
Stern nurse of Vultures! steam in putrid heaps
1796.
O ye that steaming to the silent Noon,
People with Death red-eyed Ambition's plains!
O Wretched _Widow_
Watchman.
[300] Cow'rest 1796.
[302] stream] steam 1796, Watchman, 1797, 1803.
[305] And upward spring on swiftest plume of fire Watchman.
[337] Hunted by ghastlier terrors 1796, Watchman. Haunted] Hunted 1797,
1803, 1828, 1829.
[345-8]
When on some solemn Jubilee of Saints
The sapphire-blazing gates of Paradise
Are thrown wide open, and thence voyage forth
Detachments wild of seraph-warbled airs
1796, Watchman.
[355] beatitudes] beatitude 1796, Watchman, 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829.
[356] Seize on] Have seiz'd Watchman.
[359-61]
The SAVIOUR comes! While as to solemn strains,
The THOUSAND YEARS lead up their mystic dance
Old OCEAN claps his hands! the DESERT shouts!
And soft gales wafted from the haunts of spring
Melt the primaeval North!
_The Mighty Dead_ 1796.
[365] The odorous groves of Earth reparadis'd 1796.
[370-2]
Down the fine fibres from the sentient brain
Roll subtly-surging. Pressing on his steps
Lo! PRIESTLEY there, Patriot, and Saint, and Sage,
Whom that my fleshly eye hath never seen
A childish pang of impotent regret
Hath thrill'd my heart. Him from his _native land_
1796.
Up the fine fibres thro' the sentient brain
Pass in fine surges. Pressing on his steps
_Lo! Priestley there_
1803.
[378-80]
Sweeping before the rapt prophetic Gaze
Bright as what glories of the jasper throne
Stream from the gorgeous and face-veiling plumes
Of Spirits adoring! Ye blest years! must end
1796.
[380] they bend] he bends 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829.
[387] May image in his wildly-working thought 1796: May image, how the
red-eyed Fiend outstretcht 1803.
[390] feverous] feverish 1796, 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829.
[Between 391, 392] DESTRUCTION! when the Sons of Morning shout, The
Angels shout, DESTRUCTION 1803.
[393] The Mighty Spirit 1796.
[400] om. 1803.
[401] blaze] Light 1803.
[411] and novice] noviciate 1796, 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829.
MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON[125:1]
O what a wonder seems the fear of death,
Seeing how gladly we all sink to sleep,
Babes, Children, Youths, and Men,
Night following night for threescore years and ten!
But doubly strange, where life is but a breath 5
To sigh and pant with, up Want's rugged steep.
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