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... Distemper's midnight anguish ; And thence , where Poverty doth waste and languish ; Or where , his two bright torches blending , Love illumines Manhood's maze ; Or where o'er cradled infants bending Hope has fix'd her wishful gaze .
... Distemper's midnight anguish ; And thence , where Poverty doth waste and languish ; Or where , his two bright torches blending , Love illumines Manhood's maze ; Or where o'er cradled infants bending Hope has fix'd her wishful gaze .
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... mingling mirth With deeds of murder ; and still promising Freedom , themselves too sensual to be free , Poison life's amities , and cheat the heart Of faith and quiet hope , and all that soothes And all that lifts the spirit !
... mingling mirth With deeds of murder ; and still promising Freedom , themselves too sensual to be free , Poison life's amities , and cheat the heart Of faith and quiet hope , and all that soothes And all that lifts the spirit !
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Now having faith implicit that he can't err , Hoping his hopes , alarm'd with his alarms ; And now believing him a sly inchanter , Yet still afraid to break his brittle charms , Lest some mad Devil suddenly unhamp'ring , Slap - dash ...
Now having faith implicit that he can't err , Hoping his hopes , alarm'd with his alarms ; And now believing him a sly inchanter , Yet still afraid to break his brittle charms , Lest some mad Devil suddenly unhamp'ring , Slap - dash ...
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The other , on the contrary , with that sort of calmness of tone which is to the ear what the paleness of anger is to the eye , shall simply say , " If I chance to be made boatswain , as I hope I soon shall , and can but once get that ...
The other , on the contrary , with that sort of calmness of tone which is to the ear what the paleness of anger is to the eye , shall simply say , " If I chance to be made boatswain , as I hope I soon shall , and can but once get that ...
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The Moonshine , stealing o'er the scene , Had blended with the 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 ...
The Moonshine , stealing o'er the scene , Had blended with the 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 ...
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38 psl. - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
37 psl. - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?
27 psl. - Is this the man? By him who died on cross, With his cruel bow he laid full low The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
10 psl. - 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.
22 psl. - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs : I was so light almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
35 psl. - Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said "And they answered not our cheer! The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them. Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolfs young." "Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look (The Pilot made reply) I am a-feared
23 psl. - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
21 psl. - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
164 psl. - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
30 psl. - 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.
Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | Sibylline Leaves A Collection of Poems Sibylline Leaves:: A Collection of Poems, Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Autorius | Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Leidėjas | Rest Fenner, 1817 |
| Originalas iš | Oksfordo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 2 rugpjūčio 2007 |
| Ilgis | 303 psl. |
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