Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 6William Blackwood, 1820 |
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... hand to solicit the ear and the fa- vour of the readers of poetry , we are not sure that anyone has had so much rea- son to complain of the slowness and ina- dequacy of the attention bestowed upon him as this gentleman , who is , com ...
... hand to solicit the ear and the fa- vour of the readers of poetry , we are not sure that anyone has had so much rea- son to complain of the slowness and ina- dequacy of the attention bestowed upon him as this gentleman , who is , com ...
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... hand , and have no fear , ( Said Christabel , ) How cam'st thou here ? And the lady , whose voice was faint and ... hand ( thus ended she ) , And help a wretched maid to flee . B Then Christabel stretch'd forth her hand , And comforted ...
... hand , and have no fear , ( Said Christabel , ) How cam'st thou here ? And the lady , whose voice was faint and ... hand ( thus ended she ) , And help a wretched maid to flee . B Then Christabel stretch'd forth her hand , And comforted ...
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... hand ; She brought him gather'd moss , and lov'd to deck With flow'ry twine his tall and stately neck , Whilst he ... hands to see the rainbow fade ; Or sat and mock'd , with imitative glee , The paroquet , that laugh'd from tree to tree ...
... hand ; She brought him gather'd moss , and lov'd to deck With flow'ry twine his tall and stately neck , Whilst he ... hands to see the rainbow fade ; Or sat and mock'd , with imitative glee , The paroquet , that laugh'd from tree to tree ...
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... hand , ( When blood - drops stagnate on my brow ) and guide My pathless voyage o'er the unknown tide , To scenes of endless joy - to that fair isle , Where bow'rs of bliss , and soft savannahs smile ; Where my forefathers oft the fight ...
... hand , ( When blood - drops stagnate on my brow ) and guide My pathless voyage o'er the unknown tide , To scenes of endless joy - to that fair isle , Where bow'rs of bliss , and soft savannahs smile ; Where my forefathers oft the fight ...
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... hand the string- And when I wak'd some melancholy strain , She wept , and smil'd - and bade me sing again- So many a happy day , in this deep glen , Far from the noise of life , and sounds of men , Was pass'd ! Nay ! father , the sad ...
... hand the string- And when I wak'd some melancholy strain , She wept , and smil'd - and bade me sing again- So many a happy day , in this deep glen , Far from the noise of life , and sounds of men , Was pass'd ! Nay ! father , the sad ...
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Сторінка 5 - And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed mariner. The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she : Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot chuse but hear— And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed mariner. In the beginning of the
Сторінка 7 - 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
Сторінка 12 - his knees ; And how she tended him in vain—- And ever strove to expiate The scorn that crazed his brain. And that she nursed him in a cave ; And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest-leaves A dying man he lay. His dying words—but when I
Сторінка 5 - The ice was all around : It cracked and growled, and roared and howl'd, Like noises in a swound ! At length did cross an Albatross : Thorough the fog it came ; As if it had been a Christian soul, We hailed it
Сторінка 6 - the white Moon-shine. 4< God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus !— Why look'st thou so ?"—With my crossbow I shot the ALBATROSS ! All the subsequent miseries of the crew are represented by the poet as having been the consequences of this
Сторінка 10 - there came A tongue of light, a fit of flame ; And Christabel saw the lady's eye, And nothing else saw she thereby* Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall, Which hung in a murky old nitch in the wall. О softly tread, said Christabel, My father seldom sleepeth well. Sweet Christabel her feet
Сторінка 10 - kennel, the mastiff old Lay fast asleep, in moonshine cold. The mastiff old did not awake, Yet she an angry moan did make ! And what can ail the mastiff bitch ? Never till now she utter'd yell Beneath the eye of Christabel. Perhaps it is the owlet's scritch : For what can ail the mastiff bitch ? They
Сторінка 10 - her chamber door ; And now with eager feet press down The rushes of her chamber floor. The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. But they without its light can see The chamber carv'd so curiously, Carv'd with figures strange and sweet, All made out of the carver's bruin,
Сторінка 6 - day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion, As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink ; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : О Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea,
Сторінка 6 - have diced for the ship's crew—and she, the latter, has won the ancient Mariner. These verses are, we think, quite new. The second of them is, perhaps, the most exquisite in the whole poem. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won, I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Sun't rim