The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, Том 2W. Pickering, 1829 |
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... garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams , And still my body drank . By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Mari . ner is refresh- ed with rain . I moved , and could not feel my limbs : THE ANCIENT MARINER . 21.
... garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams , And still my body drank . By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Mari . ner is refresh- ed with rain . I moved , and could not feel my limbs : THE ANCIENT MARINER . 21.
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... feel my limbs : He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and I was so light - almost I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . And soon I heard a roaring wind : It did not come anear ; commotions in But with its ...
... feel my limbs : He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and I was so light - almost I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . And soon I heard a roaring wind : It did not come anear ; commotions in But with its ...
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... feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity . And what , if in a world of sin ( O sorrow and shame should this be true ! ) Such giddiness of heart and brain Comes seldom save from rage and pain , So talks as it's most used to do . PROSE ...
... feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity . And what , if in a world of sin ( O sorrow and shame should this be true ! ) Such giddiness of heart and brain Comes seldom save from rage and pain , So talks as it's most used to do . PROSE ...
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... feel a just regret , Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight , O wiselier then , from feeble yearnings freed , While , and on whom , thou may'st - shine on ! nor heed Whether the object ...
... feel a just regret , Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight , O wiselier then , from feeble yearnings freed , While , and on whom , thou may'st - shine on ! nor heed Whether the object ...
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... feel thee ! Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play- ' Tis Mary's hand upon my brow ! But let me check this tender lay Which none may hear but she and thou ! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming , Murmur it to yourselves , ye two ...
... feel thee ! Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play- ' Tis Mary's hand upon my brow ! But let me check this tender lay Which none may hear but she and thou ! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming , Murmur it to yourselves , ye two ...
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ALHADRA ALVAR ancient Mariner Andreas arms babe beneath BETHLEN bless blood brother Cain cavern CHEF RAGOZZI child Christabel curse dæmons dare dark dead dear death didst doth dream dungeon Enter Exit face faith fancy father fear gentle Geraldine GLYCINE groan guilt hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope Hush Illyria innocent ISIDORE king kneel Lady Sarolta LASKA light live look Lord Casimir LORD RUDOLPH Lord Valdez loud maid methought MONVIEDRO moon moonlight Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er OLD BATHORY ORDONIO pause Pestalutz pray RAAB KIUPRILI rock Roland de Vaux round S. T. COLERIDGE Saints shield seemed shadow ship Sir Leoline sleep smile soul spake speak spirit stood strange sweet sword tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thing thou art thought traitor Twas tyrant voice Wedding-Guest wood ZAPOLYA ZULIMEZ
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Сторінка 5 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Сторінка 28 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Сторінка 12 - The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between.
Сторінка 16 - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Сторінка 9 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the Stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
Сторінка 11 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Сторінка 19 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.