Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 6William Blackwood, 1820 |
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... light shines clearly from the threshold to guide him to the festival . He is arrested on his way by an old man , who constrains him to listen - he seizes him by the hand - that he shakes free - but the old man has a more inevitable ...
... light shines clearly from the threshold to guide him to the festival . He is arrested on his way by an old man , who constrains him to listen - he seizes him by the hand - that he shakes free - but the old man has a more inevitable ...
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... 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 , O softly tread , said Christabel , My father ...
... 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 , O softly tread , said Christabel , My father ...
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... lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man , The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay , Amid the lingering light . Few sorrows hath she of her ...
... lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man , The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay , Amid the lingering light . Few sorrows hath she of her ...
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... light , are wand'ring by ; The humming - bird , along the myrtle bow'rs , With twinkling wing , is spinning o'er the flow'rs , The woodpecker is heard with busy bill , The mock - bird sings - and all beside is still . And look ! the ...
... light , are wand'ring by ; The humming - bird , along the myrtle bow'rs , With twinkling wing , is spinning o'er the flow'rs , The woodpecker is heard with busy bill , The mock - bird sings - and all beside is still . And look ! the ...
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... light , Making so beautiful the brow of night . Thus , when I sleep within the narrow bed , The light of after - fame around shall spread ; The sons of distant Ocean , when they see The grass - green heap beneath the mountain tree , And ...
... light , Making so beautiful the brow of night . Thus , when I sleep within the narrow bed , The light of after - fame around shall spread ; The sons of distant Ocean , when they see The grass - green heap beneath the mountain tree , And ...
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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