The Rime of the Ancient MarinerD. Appleton & Company, 1866 - 51 psl. |
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 19475.5.70 79476,27 8 . 1854 $ / 1988 Barringer deg et . LONDON : R. CLAY , SON , AND TAYLOR , PRINTERS , BREAD STREET HILL . ILLUSTRATIONS . At length did cross an Albatross It is.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. 19475.5.70 79476,27 8 . 1854 $ / 1988 Barringer deg et . LONDON : R. CLAY , SON , AND TAYLOR , PRINTERS , BREAD STREET HILL . ILLUSTRATIONS . At length did cross an Albatross It is.
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... hill Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy . And ice , mast - high , came floating by , As green as emerald And every day , for food or play , Came to the mariners ' hollo ! . With my cross - bow I shot the Albatross ...
... hill Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy . And ice , mast - high , came floating by , As green as emerald And every day , for food or play , Came to the mariners ' hollo ! . With my cross - bow I shot the Albatross ...
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... hill , Below the lighthouse top . The Mariner tells " The sun came up upon the left , how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright , and on the right till it reached the ...
... hill , Below the lighthouse top . The Mariner tells " The sun came up upon the left , how the ship sailed southward with a good wind and fair weather Out of the sea came he ! And he shone bright , and on the right till it reached the ...
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... hill ? is this the kirk ! Is this mine own countree ? " We drifted o'er the harbour - bar , And I with sobs did pray- O let me be awake , my God ! Or let me sleep alway . " The harbour - bay was clear as grass , 40 The Rime of.
... hill ? is this the kirk ! Is this mine own countree ? " We drifted o'er the harbour - bar , And I with sobs did pray- O let me be awake , my God ! Or let me sleep alway . " The harbour - bay was clear as grass , 40 The Rime of.
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... the shadow of the moon . The moonlight steeped in silentness , The steady weathercock . " The rock shone bright , the kirk no less , That stands above the rock : And all was still , save that the hill Was. the Ancient Mariner . 41.
... the shadow of the moon . The moonlight steeped in silentness , The steady weathercock . " The rock shone bright , the kirk no less , That stands above the rock : And all was still , save that the hill Was. the Ancient Mariner . 41.
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ancient Ma ancient Mariner Barringer bay the moonlight bird to slay black lips baked blessed them unaware blew breeze did breathe breeze to blow cient corse countree crew cross an Albatross cross-bow curse dead men stood doth crazy go dropt drove suddenly Betwixt DUNCAN E. H. WEHNERT fear thee fear thy skinny fled to bliss food or play glittering eye goes The merry groan HARRAL heart Hermit HHARRAL SC hollo killed the bird kirk land of mist length did cross loud loveth Mariner hath mast mist and snow naked hulk alongside never a breeze noon we quietly penance Pilot's boy pray prayeth quoth riner seraph-band sere shadow shape drove suddenly ship moved shipmates short uneasy motion shrieve skiff-boat neared sound south pole spake spirit stars strange shape drove tale thou Wedding-Guest throats unslaked thy skinny hand trow twain were casting vesper weary wind
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47 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?
31 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.
35 psl. - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
33 psl. - gan work the ropes, Where they were wont to do; They raised their limbs like lifeless tools — We were a ghastly crew. The body of my brother's son Stood by me, knee to knee: The body and I pulled at one rope, But he said nought to me." "I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
37 psl. - 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.
45 psl. - 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-wolf's young.
47 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.
35 psl. - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
15 psl. - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
31 psl. - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise.