Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 psl. |
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... he shone bright , and on the right Went down into the sea . Higher and higher every day , Till over the mast at noon- The Wedding - Guest here beat his breast , For he heard the loud bassoon . The bride hath paced into the hall , Red as 4.
... he shone bright , and on the right Went down into the sea . Higher and higher every day , Till over the mast at noon- The Wedding - Guest here beat his breast , For he heard the loud bassoon . The bride hath paced into the hall , Red as 4.
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... loud roar'd the blast , And southward aye we fled . And now there came both mist and snow , And it grew wonderous cold : The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole . ' , The land of ice , and of fearful sounds , 5.
... loud roar'd the blast , And southward aye we fled . And now there came both mist and snow , And it grew wonderous cold : The ship drawn by a storm toward the south pole . ' , The land of ice , and of fearful sounds , 5.
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... loud ) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun , Like restless gossameres ! 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 ...
... loud ) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun , Like restless gossameres ! 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 ...
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... loud , And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain pour'd down from one black cloud ; 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 ...
... loud , And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain pour'd down from one black cloud ; 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 ...
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... loud wind never reached the ship , Yet now the ship moved on ! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan . They groan'd , they stirr'd , they all uprose , Nor spake , nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange , even ...
... loud wind never reached the ship , Yet now the ship moved on ! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan . They groan'd , they stirr'd , they all uprose , Nor spake , nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange , even ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner arms babe beneath bird black lips blast blessed bower breath breeze bright bright eye calm cheek child cloud curse dæmons dark dead dear Rain Death deep dream Earl HENRY Earth Edward Ellen fancy fear feelings gaz'd gazed gentle green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope Jeremy Taylor land of mist Lewti light limbs living look'd loud lov'd Maid melancholy methinks Milton mind Moon mossy Mother murmur ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er ocean once PATRICK SPENCE Poem poor prayer ROBERT SOUTHEY rock round S. T. COLERIDGE sails scarcely seem'd ship sigh silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet sweet sensations swelling tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro twas Twill voice Wedding-Guest wild wind wings youth
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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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