The English Poets, 4 tomasThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1894 |
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... ship as it returned northward through fog It ate the food it ne'er had eat , And round and round it flew . The ice did split with a thunder - fit ; The helmsman steer'd us through ! And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross ...
... ship as it returned northward through fog It ate the food it ne'er had eat , And round and round it flew . The ice did split with a thunder - fit ; The helmsman steer'd us through ! And a good south wind sprung up behind ; The Albatross ...
139 psl.
... ship enters the Pacific Ocean , and sails north- ward , even Down dropt the breeze , the sails dropt till it reaches ' Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! the Line . [ down , The ship hath ...
... ship enters the Pacific Ocean , and sails north- ward , even Down dropt the breeze , the sails dropt till it reaches ' Twas sad as sad could be ; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea ! the Line . [ down , The ship hath ...
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... ship- inates , in their sore distress , would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner ; in sign whereof they hang the dead sea - bird round his neck . And every tongue , through utter drouth , Was wither'd at the root ; We ...
... ship- inates , in their sore distress , would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner ; in sign whereof they hang the dead sea - bird round his neck . And every tongue , through utter drouth , Was wither'd at the root ; We ...
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... ship that comes on- ward without wind or tide ! And straight the Sun was fleck'd with bars , It seemeth ( Heaven's Mother send us grace ! ) As if through a dungeon - grate he peer'd , With broad and burning face . Alas ! ( thought I ...
... ship that comes on- ward without wind or tide ! And straight the Sun was fleck'd with bars , It seemeth ( Heaven's Mother send us grace ! ) As if through a dungeon - grate he peer'd , With broad and burning face . Alas ! ( thought I ...
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... ship- mates drop We listen'd and look'd sideways up ! Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seem'd to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleam'd white ; From the sails the dew ...
... ship- mates drop We listen'd and look'd sideways up ! Fear at my heart , as at a cup , My life - blood seem'd to sip ! The stars were dim , and thick the night , The steersman's face by his lamp gleam'd white ; From the sails the dew ...
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