Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 psl. |
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... 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 last shriek of the perishing souls- See ! see ! o'er the topmast the mad ...
... 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 last shriek of the perishing souls- See ! see ! o'er the topmast the mad ...
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... The horned Moon , with one bright star Within the nether tip . diced for the ship's crew , and she ( the latter ) win- neth the an- cient Mariner At the rising of the Moon , One after another , His ship- mates drop down dead 15.
... The horned Moon , with one bright star Within the nether tip . diced for the ship's crew , and she ( the latter ) win- neth the an- cient Mariner At the rising of the Moon , One after another , His ship- mates drop down dead 15.
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... rise . The bodies of the ship's crew are inspirited , and the ship moves on ; The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they were wont to do : They raised their ...
... rise . The bodies of the ship's crew are inspirited , and the ship moves on ; The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they were wont to do : They raised their ...
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... rising from the same , Full many shapes , that shadows were , In crimson colours came . A little distance from the prow Those crimson shadows were : I turned my eyes upon the deck- Oh , Christ ! what saw I there ! Each corse lay flat ...
... rising from the same , Full many shapes , that shadows were , In crimson colours came . A little distance from the prow Those crimson shadows were : I turned my eyes upon the deck- Oh , Christ ! what saw I there ! Each corse lay flat ...
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... rise and deal the blow ! " The Past to thee , to thee the Future cries ! " Hark ! how wide Nature joins her groans below ! " Rise , God of Nature ! rise . " VI . The voice had ceased , the vision fled ; Yet still I gasp'd and reel'd ...
... rise and deal the blow ! " The Past to thee , to thee the Future cries ! " Hark ! how wide Nature joins her groans below ! " Rise , God of Nature ! rise . " VI . The voice had ceased , the vision fled ; Yet still I gasp'd and reel'd ...
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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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