Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 6William Blackwood, 1820 |
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... Lady ) intelligent suggestions but as her letter seems intended solely for our own amendment and encouragement , we do not think it necessary to publish it . Odoherty's first letter on the Errors of the Duke of Wellington in our next ...
... Lady ) intelligent suggestions but as her letter seems intended solely for our own amendment and encouragement , we do not think it necessary to publish it . Odoherty's first letter on the Errors of the Duke of Wellington in our next ...
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... lady whom Christabel meets in the forest - whom she introduces by stealth into the cas- tle of her father - and in whom her father recognizes the daughter of the VOL . VI . long - estranged friend of his youth , Sir Roland De Vaux of ...
... lady whom Christabel meets in the forest - whom she introduces by stealth into the cas- tle of her father - and in whom her father recognizes the daughter of the VOL . VI . long - estranged friend of his youth , Sir Roland De Vaux of ...
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... lady sank , belike thro ' pain , And Christabel with might and main Lifted her up , a weary weight , Over the threshold of the gate : Then the lady rose again , And mov'd , as she were not in pain . So free from danger , free from fear ...
... lady sank , belike thro ' pain , And Christabel with might and main Lifted her up , a weary weight , Over the threshold of the gate : Then the lady rose again , And mov'd , as she were not in pain . So free from danger , free from fear ...
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... Lady of the Land . I told her how he pined ; and ah ! The deep , the low , the pleading tone With which I sang another's love , Interpreted my own . She listen'd with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she ...
... Lady of the Land . I told her how he pined ; and ah ! The deep , the low , the pleading tone With which I sang another's love , Interpreted my own . She listen'd with a flitting blush , With downcast eyes , and modest grace ; And she ...
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... lady had all the little and the charming pretti- nesses both of wit and beauty that might easily have gained her as many conquests as she pleased ; in short , so licentious and extravagant was my folly , that I gave her a billet the ...
... lady had all the little and the charming pretti- nesses both of wit and beauty that might easily have gained her as many conquests as she pleased ; in short , so licentious and extravagant was my folly , that I gave her a billet the ...
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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