Table Talk of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: And the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Christabel, &cGeorge Routledge and Sons, 1884 - Всего страниц: 298 |
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Стр. vii
... I , ' you represent him as having killed one of these birds on entering the South Sea , and that the tutelary spirits of these regions take upon them to avenge this crime . ' The incident was thought fit for the INTRODUCTION . vii.
... I , ' you represent him as having killed one of these birds on entering the South Sea , and that the tutelary spirits of these regions take upon them to avenge this crime . ' The incident was thought fit for the INTRODUCTION . vii.
Стр. viii
... thought fit for the purpose , and adopted accord- ingly . I also suggested the navigation of the ship by the dead men , but do not recollect that I had anything more to do with the scheme of the poem . We began the composition together ...
... thought fit for the purpose , and adopted accord- ingly . I also suggested the navigation of the ship by the dead men , but do not recollect that I had anything more to do with the scheme of the poem . We began the composition together ...
Стр. viii
... thought ? Who could fix those ejaculations of light , those tones of a prophet , which at times have made me bend before him as before an inspired man ? ... Such acts of spirit as these were too subtle to be fettered down on paper ...
... thought ? Who could fix those ejaculations of light , those tones of a prophet , which at times have made me bend before him as before an inspired man ? ... Such acts of spirit as these were too subtle to be fettered down on paper ...
Стр. viii
... thought became merged in contem- plation : - And so , his senses gradually wrapt In a half sleep , he'd dream of better worlds , And dreaming hear thee still , O singing lark , That sangest like an angel in the clouds ! But it would be ...
... thought became merged in contem- plation : - And so , his senses gradually wrapt In a half sleep , he'd dream of better worlds , And dreaming hear thee still , O singing lark , That sangest like an angel in the clouds ! But it would be ...
Стр. ix
... thoughts steal rhythmically on my soul , when chanted forth by him ! Nay , how often have I fancied I heard rise up in answer to his gentle touch , an interpreting music of my own , as from the passive strings of some wind - smitten ...
... thoughts steal rhythmically on my soul , when chanted forth by him ! Nay , how often have I fancied I heard rise up in answer to his gentle touch , an interpreting music of my own , as from the passive strings of some wind - smitten ...
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Стр. 286 - 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.
Стр. 283 - 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.
Стр. 282 - 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. "The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Стр. 278 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...
Стр. 284 - But soon I heard the dash of oars, I heard the Pilot's cheer; My head was turned perforce away, And I saw a boat appear. The Pilot and the Pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast: Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
Стр. 283 - 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! And now 'twas like all instruments, now like a lonely flute; and now it is an angel's song, that makes the heavens be mute.
Стр. 279 - 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.
Стр. 278 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, 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.
Стр. 283 - But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?
Стр. 277 - 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. The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she; Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy.