Samuel Taylor Coleridge ( 10 of 102 )
He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a read more
He went like one that hath been stunn'd,
And is of sense forlorn:
A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
Treading beneath their feet all visible things,
As steps that upwards to their Father's throne
Lead gradual.
Treading beneath their feet all visible things,
As steps that upwards to their Father's throne
Lead gradual.
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise read more
O sleep! it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole!
To Mary Queen the praise be given!
She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven
That slid into my soul.
The saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all.
The saints will aid if men will call:
For the blue sky bends over all.
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May read more
Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!
Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, read more
Five miles meandering with mazy motion, Through dale the sacred
river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank
the tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard
from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.
Swans sing before they die - 'twere no bad thing should certain persons die before they sing.
He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.
He is the best physician who is the most ingenious inspirer of hope.
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, read more
Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
Whether the summer clothe the general earth
With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
Smokes in the sunthaw; whether the eve-drops fall,
Heard only in the trances of the blast,
Of if the secret ministry of frost
Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
God's child in Christ adopted -- Christ my all -- What that earth boasts were not lost cheaply, rather Than read more
God's child in Christ adopted -- Christ my all -- What that earth boasts were not lost cheaply, rather Than forfeit that blest name, by which I call The Holy One, the Almighty God, my Father? -- Father! in Christ we live, and Christ in Thee -- Eternal Thou and everlasting we. The heir of heaven, henceforth I fear not death: In Christ I live! in Christ I draw the breath Of the true life! -- let then earth, sea, and sky Make war against me! On my front I show Their mighty Master's seal. In vain they try To end my life, that can but end its woe. Is that a death-bed where a Christian lies? Yes, but not his -- 'tis Death itself there dies.
