The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 48

The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 48

[165] pious] _pious_ 1796-1829.


[176] mazy surge] tortuous-folds 1796.


[177] imbreathe] inbreathe 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829.


[202] An] A 1834.


[222] an] a 1834.


[223] om. 1796, 1803.


[254-5]


The wafted perfumes, gazing on the woods The many tinted streams


1803.


[257] In extacy! 1803.


[266] Blessed] O _Blest_ 1796, Watchman: evil 1803: _Blessed_ 1797, 1828, 1829.


[270] by] at Watchman.


[273] b.l.o.o.d.y] gore-stained 1803.


[274] plants] rolls 1796.


[277-8]


Ye whom Oppressions ruffian gluttony Drives from the feast of life


1803.


[280-1]


Dost roam for prey--yea thy unnatural hand Liftest to deeds of blood


1796.


[281] Dost] Darst Watchman.


[283-4]


Nights of pollution, days of blasphemy, Who in thy orgies with loathd wa.s.sailers


1803.


[290] O loathly-visagd Suppliants! ye that oft 1796: O loathly-visagd supplicants! that oft Watchman.


[291-2]


Rackd with disease, from the unopend gate Of the full Lazar-house, heart-broken crawl!


1796, Watchman.


[293-6]


O ye to scepterd Glorys gore-drenchd field Forcd or ensnard, who swept by Slaughters scythe Stern nurse of Vultures! steam in putrid heaps


1796.


O ye that steaming to the silent Noon, People with Death red-eyed Ambitions plains!


O Wretched _Widow_


Watchman.


[300] Cowrest 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] beat.i.tudes] beat.i.tude 1796, Watchman, 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829.


[356] Seize on] Have seizd 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 reparadisd 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 thrilld my heart. Him from his _native land_


1796.