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The Poetical Works of Coleridge and Keats With a Memoir of Each
The Poetical Works of Coleridge and Keats With a Memoir of Each Author:Samuel Taylor Coleridge General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1855 Original Publisher: Houghton, Mifflin and company, the Riverside press, Cambridge Subjects: Literary Criticism / European / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Literary Criticism / Poetry Poetry / General Poetry / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh Notes: This is a black ... more »and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: POEMS WRITTEN IN 1S16. THE SUNSET. There late was One, within whose subtle being, As light and wind within some delicate cloud That fades amid the blue noon's burning sky, Genius and death contended. None may know The sweetness of the joy which made his breath Fail, like the trances of the summer air, When, with the Lady of his love, who then First knew the unreserve of mingled being, He walked along the pathway of a field, Which to the east a hoar wood shadowed o'er, But to the west was open to the sky. There now the sun had sunk, but lines of gold Hung on the ashen clouds, and on the points Of the far level grass and nodding flowers, And the old dandelion's hoary beard, And, mingled with the shades of twilight, lay On the brown massy woods -- and in the east The broad and burning moon lingeringly rose Between the black trunks of the crowded trees, While the faint stars were gathering overhead. " Is it not strange, Isabel," said the youth, " I never saw the sun ? We will walk here To-morrow ; thou shall look on it with me." That night the youth and lady mingled lay In love and sleep -- but when the morning came The lady found her lover dead and cold. Let none believe that God in mercy gave That stroke. The lady died not, nor grew wild, But year by year lived on -- in truth I think Her gentleness and patience...« less