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The ship , it was launch'd ; but in sight of the land Such a storm there did rise as no ship could withstand . It bulg'd on a rock , and the waves rush'd in fast : The old raven flew round and round , and caw'd to the blast , He heard ...
The ship , it was launch'd ; but in sight of the land Such a storm there did rise as no ship could withstand . It bulg'd on a rock , and the waves rush'd in fast : The old raven flew round and round , and caw'd to the blast , He heard ...
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They groan'd , they stirr'd , they all uprose , Nor spake , nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange , even in a dream , To have seen those dead men rise . The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ...
They groan'd , they stirr'd , they all uprose , Nor spake , nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange , even in a dream , To have seen those dead men rise . The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ...
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Avenger , rise ! For ever shall the thankless Island scowl , Her quiver full , and with unbroken bow ? Speak ! from thy storm - black Heaven ( speak aloud ! " And on the darkling foe Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain ...
Avenger , rise ! For ever shall the thankless Island scowl , Her quiver full , and with unbroken bow ? Speak ! from thy storm - black Heaven ( speak aloud ! " And on the darkling foe Open thine eye of fire from some uncertain ...
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... she lies By livid fount , or red volcanic stream , If ever to her lidless dragon - eyes , O Albion ! thy predestin'd ruins rise , The fiend - hag on her perilous couch doth leap , Muttering distemper'd triumph in her charmed sleep .
... she lies By livid fount , or red volcanic stream , If ever to her lidless dragon - eyes , O Albion ! thy predestin'd ruins rise , The fiend - hag on her perilous couch doth leap , Muttering distemper'd triumph in her charmed sleep .
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This be thy chosen haunt - emancipate From passion's dreams , a freeman , and alone , I rise and trace its devious course . O lead , Lead me to deeper shades and lonelier glooms . Lo ! stealing through the canopy of firs How fair the ...
This be thy chosen haunt - emancipate From passion's dreams , a freeman , and alone , I rise and trace its devious course . O lead , Lead me to deeper shades and lonelier glooms . Lo ! stealing through the canopy of firs How fair the ...
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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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