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... ship between the love of greatness , honour , power , or sensual appetites , and self - love ? No , there is a perfect harmony between them . It is by means of these particular appetites and affections that self - love is gratified in ...
... ship between the love of greatness , honour , power , or sensual appetites , and self - love ? No , there is a perfect harmony between them . It is by means of these particular appetites and affections that self - love is gratified in ...
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... ship , " quoth he . COLERIDGE . 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 ...
... ship , " quoth he . COLERIDGE . 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 ...
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... ship Upon a painted ocean . Water , water , everywhere , And all the boards did shrink ; Water , water , everywhere , Nor any drop to drink . The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea , shiny things did crawl ...
... ship Upon a painted ocean . Water , water , everywhere , And all the boards did shrink ; Water , water , everywhere , Nor any drop to drink . The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea , shiny things did crawl ...
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... ship's huge shadow lay , The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red . Beyond the shadow of the ship I watched the water - snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white As is the ribbed sea - sand . Fell off in hoary flakes ...
... ship's huge shadow lay , The charmed water burnt alway A still and awful red . Beyond the shadow of the ship I watched the water - snakes : They moved in tracks of shining white As is the ribbed sea - sand . Fell off in hoary flakes ...
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... ship I watched their rich attire : Blue , glossy green , and velvet black , They coiled and swam ; and every track ... ship , Yet how the ship moved on ! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan . They groaned , they ...
... ship I watched their rich attire : Blue , glossy green , and velvet black , They coiled and swam ; and every track ... ship , Yet how the ship moved on ! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan . They groaned , they ...
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Сторінка 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Сторінка 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Сторінка 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Сторінка 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Сторінка 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Сторінка 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. 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.
Сторінка 59 - 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.
Сторінка 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Сторінка 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Сторінка 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.