Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO THE POET COLERIDGE, by MARY DARBY ROBINSON Poet's Biography First Line: Rapt in the visionary theme! Last Line: Which gives to airy dreams a magic all thy own! Subject(s): Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834); Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
Rapt in the visionary theme! SPIRIT DIVINE! with THEE I'll wander, Where the blue, wavy, lucid stream, 'Mid forest glooms, shall slow meander! With THEE I'll trace the circling bounds Of thy NEW PARADISE extended; And listen to the varying sounds Of winds, and foamy torrents blended. Now by the source which lab'ring heaves The mystic fountain, bubbling, panting, While Gossamer its net-work weaves, Adown the blue lawn slanting! I'll mark thy sunny dome, and view Thy Caves of Ice, thy fields of dew! Thy ever-blooming mead, whose flow'r Waves to the cold breath of the moonlight hour! Or when the day-star, peering bright On the grey wing of parting night; While more than vegetating pow'r Throbs grateful to the burning hour, As summer's whisper'd sighs unfold Her million, million buds of gold; Then will I climb the breezy bounds, Of thy NEW PARADISE extended, And listen to the distant sounds Of winds, and foamy torrents blended! SPIRIT DIVINE! with THEE I'll trace Imagination's boundless space! With thee, beneath thy sunny dome, I'll listen to the minstrel's lay, Hymning the gradual close of day; In Caves of Ice enchanted roam, Where on the glitt'ring entrance plays The moon's-beam with its silv'ry rays; Or, when glassy stream, That thro' the deep dell flows, Flashes the noon's hot beam; The noon's hot beam, that midway shows Thy flaming Temple, studded o'er With all PERUVIA'S lustrous store! There will I trace the circling bounds Of thy NEW PARADISE extended! And listen to the awful sounds, Of winds, and foamy torrents blended! And now I'll pause to catch the moan Of distant breezes, cavern-pent; Now, ere the twilight tints are flown, Purpling the landscape, far and wide, On the dark promontory's side I'll gather wild flow'rs, dew besprent, And weave a crown for THEE, GENIUS OF HEAV'N-TAUGHT POESY! While, op'ning to my wond'ring eyes, Thou bidst a new creation rise, I'll raptur'd trace the circling bounds Of thy RICH PARADISE extended, And listen to the varying sounds Of winds, and foaming torrents blended. And now, with lofty tones inviting, Thy NYMPH, her dulcimer swift smiting, Shall wake me in ecstatic measures! Far, far remov'd from mortal pleasures! In cadence rich, in cadence strong, Proving the wondrous witcheries of song! I hear her voice! thy sunny dome, Thy caves of ice, loud repeat, Vibrations, madd'ning sweet, Calling the visionary wand'rer home. She sings of THEE, O favour'd child Of Minstrelsy, SUBLIMELY WILD! Of thee, whose soul can feel the tone Which gives to airy dreams a magic ALL THY OWN! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON LONDON'S SUMMER MORNING by MARY DARBY ROBINSON SAPPHO AND PHAON: 2. THE TEMPLE OF CHASTITY by MARY DARBY ROBINSON |
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