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 | 2022-08-21T15:52:33Z |
| dc.date.available | 2022-08-21T15:52:33Z |
| dc.date.created | 1834 |
| dc.date.issued | 1978-07-01 |
| dc.identifier | ota:0031 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.14106/0031 |
| dc.description.abstract | Title proper taken from title page of source text |
| dc.format.extent | Text data (1 file : ca. 535 KB) |
| dc.format.medium | Digital bitstream |
| dc.language | English |
| dc.language.iso | eng |
| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
| dc.relation.ispartof | Oxford Text Archive Legacy Collection |
| dc.rights | Distributed by the University of Oxford under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. |
| 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 |
| has.files | yes |
| branding | Oxford Text Archive |
| files.size | 545214 |
| files.count | 1 |
| 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 . . .
