Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 psl. |
Knygos viduje
Rezultatai 15 iš 9
53 psl.
... swelling , Oft , at night , in misty train , Rush around her narrow dwelling ! The exterminating fiend is fled- ( Foul her life , and dark her doom ) Mighty armies of the dead , Dance like death - fires round her tomb ! Then with ...
... swelling , Oft , at night , in misty train , Rush around her narrow dwelling ! The exterminating fiend is fled- ( Foul her life , and dark her doom ) Mighty armies of the dead , Dance like death - fires round her tomb ! Then with ...
64 psl.
... swelling slope , Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on , All golden with the never - bloomless furze , Which now blooms most profusely ; but the dell , Bath'd by the mist , is fresh and delicate As vernal corn - field , or the ...
... swelling slope , Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on , All golden with the never - bloomless furze , Which now blooms most profusely ; but the dell , Bath'd by the mist , is fresh and delicate As vernal corn - field , or the ...
123 psl.
... , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm'd her fears , and she was calm , And told her love with virgin - pride . And so I won my Genevieve , My bright and beauteous Bride . LEWTI , OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE - CHANT . Ar 123.
... , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm'd her fears , and she was calm , And told her love with virgin - pride . And so I won my Genevieve , My bright and beauteous Bride . LEWTI , OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE - CHANT . Ar 123.
127 psl.
... swelling wave . Oh ! that she saw me in a dream , And dreamt that I had died for care ! All pale and wasted I would seem , Yet fair withal , as spirits are ! I'd die indeed , if I might see 1 Her bosom heave , and heave for me ! Soothe ...
... swelling wave . Oh ! that she saw me in a dream , And dreamt that I had died for care ! All pale and wasted I would seem , Yet fair withal , as spirits are ! I'd die indeed , if I might see 1 Her bosom heave , and heave for me ! Soothe ...
139 psl.
... , starting , grasp my forehead . I caught her arms ; the veins were swelling on them . Thro ' the dark bower she sent a hollow voice , Oh ! what if all betray me ? what if thou ? I swore , and with an inward thought that seem'd 139.
... , starting , grasp my forehead . I caught her arms ; the veins were swelling on them . Thro ' the dark bower she sent a hollow voice , Oh ! what if all betray me ? what if thou ? I swore , and with an inward thought that seem'd 139.
Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
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
Populiarios ištraukos
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. |
| Eksportuoti šaltinį | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |