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... for the ship's crew , and she ( the latter ) winneth the ancient Mariner A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled through his bones ; Through the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth , Half whistles and half groans .
... for the ship's crew , and she ( the latter ) winneth the ancient Mariner A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled through his bones ; Through the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth , Half whistles and half groans .
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One after another , One after one , by the star - dogg'd Moon Too quick for groan or sigh , Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang , And curs'd me with his eye . His shipmates drop down dead ; Four times fifty living men , ( And I ...
One after another , One after one , by the star - dogg'd Moon Too quick for groan or sigh , Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang , And curs'd me with his eye . His shipmates drop down dead ; Four times fifty living men , ( And I ...
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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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... earth heaved under them with such a groan , That the wall tottered , and had well nigh fallen Right on their heads . My Lord was sorely frightened ; A fever seized him , and he made confession Of 43.
... earth heaved under them with such a groan , That the wall tottered , and had well nigh fallen Right on their heads . My Lord was sorely frightened ; A fever seized him , and he made confession Of 43.
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6 Groans not her chariot on it's onward way ? Fly , mailed Monarch , fly ! Stunn'd by Death's twice mortal mace , No more on Murder's lurid face Th'insatiate hag shall glote with drunken eye ! Manes of th ' unnumber'd slain !
6 Groans not her chariot on it's onward way ? Fly , mailed Monarch , fly ! Stunn'd by Death's twice mortal mace , No more on Murder's lurid face Th'insatiate hag shall glote with drunken eye ! Manes of th ' unnumber'd slain !
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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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