The Ancient Mariner: And Other PoemsCharles Tilt, Fleet Street ; J. Menzies, Edinburgh ; W. F. Wakeman, Dublin., 1836 - Всего страниц: 142 |
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... Sublime of hope ! For dreadless thou didst stand , ( Thy censer glowing with the hallow'd flame ) An hireless priest before th ' insulted shrine , And at her altar pour'dst the stream divine Of unmatch'd eloquence . Therefore thy name ...
... Sublime of hope ! For dreadless thou didst stand , ( Thy censer glowing with the hallow'd flame ) An hireless priest before th ' insulted shrine , And at her altar pour'dst the stream divine Of unmatch'd eloquence . Therefore thy name ...
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... sublime ! Bears on its wing each hour a load of fate ; The swain , who , lull'd by Seine's mild mur- murs , led His weary oxen to their nightly shed , To - day may rule a tempest - troubled state . Nor shall not Fortune with a vengeful ...
... sublime ! Bears on its wing each hour a load of fate ; The swain , who , lull'd by Seine's mild mur- murs , led His weary oxen to their nightly shed , To - day may rule a tempest - troubled state . Nor shall not Fortune with a vengeful ...
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... sublime , And mingle foul embrace with fiends of hell : Cold horror drinks its blood ! Anon the tear More gentle starts , to hear the beldame tell Of pretty babes , that lov'd each other dear , Murder'd by cruel uncle's mandate fell ...
... sublime , And mingle foul embrace with fiends of hell : Cold horror drinks its blood ! Anon the tear More gentle starts , to hear the beldame tell Of pretty babes , that lov'd each other dear , Murder'd by cruel uncle's mandate fell ...
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... 'd my overwhelmed heart . Blest hour ! it was a luxury - to be ! Ah quiet dell ! dear cot ! and I was constrain'd to quit you . mount sublime Was it right , While my unnumber'd brethren toil'd and bled , That I 62 REFLECTIONS .
... 'd my overwhelmed heart . Blest hour ! it was a luxury - to be ! Ah quiet dell ! dear cot ! and I was constrain'd to quit you . mount sublime Was it right , While my unnumber'd brethren toil'd and bled , That I 62 REFLECTIONS .
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... to climb , E'en while the bosom ach'd with loneliness- How heavenly sweet , if some dear friend should bless Th ' advent'rous toil , and up the path sublime F 2 67 To a Friend, on his proposing to Domesticate with the Author.
... to climb , E'en while the bosom ach'd with loneliness- How heavenly sweet , if some dear friend should bless Th ' advent'rous toil , and up the path sublime F 2 67 To a Friend, on his proposing to Domesticate with the Author.
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Стр. 27 - 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. 5 - 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. 18 - 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.
Стр. 19 - 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. 24 - 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. 10 - Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
Стр. 16 - 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.
Стр. 11 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Стр. 4 - 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.
Стр. 4 - Eftsoons his hand dropt he. He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.