Poems
dc.contributor | Burnard, Lou Oxford University Computing Service University of Oxford Oxford |
dc.contributor.author | Coleridge, Samuel Taylor, 1772-1834 |
dc.contributor.editor | Coleridge, Ernest Hartley, 1846-1920 |
dc.coverage.placeName | London |
dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T10:58:22Z |
dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T10:58:22Z |
dc.date.created | 1834 |
dc.date.issued | 1978-07-01 |
dc.identifier | ota:0031 |
dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/0031 |
dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/0031 |
dc.description.abstract | Title proper taken from title page of source text |
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dc.language | English |
dc.language.iso | eng |
dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
dc.relation.ispartof | Legacy Collection Digital Museum |
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dc.rights.uri | http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/ |
dc.rights.label | PUB |
dc.subject.lcsh | Poems -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
dc.title | Poems |
dc.type | Text |
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branding | Oxford Text Archive |
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files.count | 2 |
otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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<A COLERIDGE><T STC1>
<Y 1787> <P 1> <V 1> <R 1> <L 0><E 1912>
Easter Holidays
((Verse 1st))
Hail! festal Easter that dost bring
Approach of sweetly-smiling spring,
When Nature's clad in green:
When feather'd songsters through the grove
With beasts confess the power of love
And brighten all the scene.
<R 2>((Verse 2nd))
Now youths the breaking stages load
That swiftly rattling o'er the road
To Greenwich haste away:
While some with sounding oars divide
Of smoothly-flowing Thames the tide
All sing the festive lay.
((Verse 3rd)) <r 3>
With mirthful dance they beat the ground,
Their shouts of joy the hills resound
And catch the jocund noise:
Without a tear, without a sigh
Their moments all in transports fly
Till evening ends their joys.
((Verse 4th)) <r 4>
But little think their joyous hearts
Of dire Misfortune's varied smarts
Which youthful years conceal:
Thoughtless of bitter-smiling Woe
Which all mankind are born to know
And they themselves must feel.
((Verse 5th)) <p 2> <r 5>
Yet he wh . . .