The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, Том 2W. Pickering, 1829 |
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... woods all night Singeth a quiet tune . Till noon we quietly sailed on , Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship ,. Moved onward from beneath . Under the keel nine fathom deep , From the land of mist and snow ...
... woods all night Singeth a quiet tune . Till noon we quietly sailed on , Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship ,. Moved onward from beneath . Under the keel nine fathom deep , From the land of mist and snow ...
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... his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in he wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood . THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER . PART THE SEVENTH 32 32 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
... his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in he wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood . THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER . PART THE SEVENTH 32 32 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
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... wood Which slopes down to the sea . How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree . He kneels at morn , and noon and eve― He hath a cushion plump : It is the moss that wholly hides ...
... wood Which slopes down to the sea . How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree . He kneels at morn , and noon and eve― He hath a cushion plump : It is the moss that wholly hides ...
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... wood so late , A furlong from the castle gate ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away . She stole along , she nothing spoke , The ...
... wood so late , A furlong from the castle gate ? She had dreams all yesternight Of her own betrothed knight ; And she in the midnight wood will pray For the weal of her lover that's far away . She stole along , she nothing spoke , The ...
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... wood and fell ! And see ! the lady Christabel Gathers herself from out her trance ; Her limbs relax , her countenance Grows sad and soft ; the smooth thin lids Close o'er her eyes ; and tears she sheds- Large tears that leave the lashes ...
... wood and fell ! And see ! the lady Christabel Gathers herself from out her trance ; Her limbs relax , her countenance Grows sad and soft ; the smooth thin lids Close o'er her eyes ; and tears she sheds- Large tears that leave the lashes ...
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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.