The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgePhillips, Sampson, 1855 - 464 psl. |
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... hast guess'd ill : Don Alvar's only brother Stands here before thee - a father's blessing on him ! He is most virtuous . Alv . ( still to Ordonio ) . What , if his very virtues Had pamper'd his swoln heart and made him proud ? And what ...
... hast guess'd ill : Don Alvar's only brother Stands here before thee - a father's blessing on him ! He is most virtuous . Alv . ( still to Ordonio ) . What , if his very virtues Had pamper'd his swoln heart and made him proud ? And what ...
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... hast conspired against my life and honour , Hast trick'd me foully ; yet I hate thee not . Why should I hate thee ? this same world of ours , ' T is but a pool amid a storm of rain , And we the air - bladders that course up and down ...
... hast conspired against my life and honour , Hast trick'd me foully ; yet I hate thee not . Why should I hate thee ? this same world of ours , ' T is but a pool amid a storm of rain , And we the air - bladders that course up and down ...
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... hast guess'd aright ; there's poison in the wine . There's poison in ' t — which of u two shall drink it ? For one of us must die ! Alv . Whom dost thou think me ? Ord . The accomplice and sworn friend of Isidore . Alv . I know him not ...
... hast guess'd aright ; there's poison in the wine . There's poison in ' t — which of u two shall drink it ? For one of us must die ! Alv . Whom dost thou think me ? Ord . The accomplice and sworn friend of Isidore . Alv . I know him not ...
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... hast snatch'd from me my most cherish'd hope . But go ! my word was pledged to thee . Ord . Brave not my father's rage ! Away ! thank thee ! Thou- [ Then turning his eyes languidly to Alvar . She hath avenged the blood of Isidore ! I ...
... hast snatch'd from me my most cherish'd hope . But go ! my word was pledged to thee . Ord . Brave not my father's rage ! Away ! thank thee ! Thou- [ Then turning his eyes languidly to Alvar . She hath avenged the blood of Isidore ! I ...
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... hast ordain'd it wisely , That still extremes bring their own cure . That point In misery , which makes the oppressed Man Regardless of his own life , makes him too Lord of the Oppressor's - Knew I a hundred men Despairing , but not ...
... hast ordain'd it wisely , That still extremes bring their own cure . That point In misery , which makes the oppressed Man Regardless of his own life , makes him too Lord of the Oppressor's - Knew I a hundred men Despairing , but not ...
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2 psl. - The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And 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.
12 psl. - The upper air burst into life; And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about; And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud,— The moon was at its edge.
20 psl. - My body lay afloat ; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat. Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round ; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
13 psl. - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
6 psl. - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist, It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
10 psl. - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.
14 psl. - Is it he?' quoth one, '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.
459 psl. - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
3 psl. - As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
10 psl. - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.