The Rime of the Ancient MarinerNewson, 1906 - 50 стор. |
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... idea ; and in each the story is a romantic one , some- thing that stirs our sense of wonder and beauty , and the idea one of deep moral significance , one that aims to get beneath the thoughts of everyday intercourse into the springs ...
... idea ; and in each the story is a romantic one , some- thing that stirs our sense of wonder and beauty , and the idea one of deep moral significance , one that aims to get beneath the thoughts of everyday intercourse into the springs ...
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... idea was one often in the poet's mind . With Lowell this was certainly the case ; with Coleridge we cannot be so sure , although the idea has much in common with the poet's early thinking and with many thoughts of the time . It seems ...
... idea was one often in the poet's mind . With Lowell this was certainly the case ; with Coleridge we cannot be so sure , although the idea has much in common with the poet's early thinking and with many thoughts of the time . It seems ...
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... idea which then perhaps takes something of a place by itself in our thoughts . As to the literary form of the poems there is more differ- ence . Both are written under the influence of the so - called ballad movement . In " The Ancient ...
... idea which then perhaps takes something of a place by itself in our thoughts . As to the literary form of the poems there is more differ- ence . Both are written under the influence of the so - called ballad movement . In " The Ancient ...
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... idea of the poet's personal appearance during this period of his life : 66 In person he was a dark , tall , handsome young man , with long , black , flowing hair ; eyes not merely black , but black and keenly penetrating ; a fine ...
... idea of the poet's personal appearance during this period of his life : 66 In person he was a dark , tall , handsome young man , with long , black , flowing hair ; eyes not merely black , but black and keenly penetrating ; a fine ...
Сторінка xvii
... idea of a life that had been full of suffering ; a life heavy - laden , half - vanquished , still swimming painfully in seas of manifold physical and other bewilderment . Brow and head were round , and of mas- sive weight , but the face ...
... idea of a life that had been full of suffering ; a life heavy - laden , half - vanquished , still swimming painfully in seas of manifold physical and other bewilderment . Brow and head were round , and of mas- sive weight , but the face ...
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Сторінка xxxi - I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky, Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet...
Сторінка 5 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Сторінка 25 - 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.
Сторінка 34 - 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. The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone: and now the Wedding-Guest Turned from the bridegroom's door. He went like one that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn: A sadder and a wiser man, He rose the morrow morn.
Сторінка 17 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Сторінка x - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the day-spring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — /Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard...
Сторінка 37 - And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod feels a stir of might. An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Сторінка 38 - We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell, We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing. The breeze comes whispering in our ear That dandelions are blossoming near. That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing. That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by...
Сторінка 35 - OVER his keys the musing organist, Beginning doubtfully and far away, First lets his fingers wander as they list, And builds a bridge from Dreamland for his lay : Then, as the touch of his loved instrument Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream.
Сторінка 21 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.