The Ancient Mariner: And Other PoemsCharles Tilt, Fleet Street ; J. Menzies, Edinburgh ; W. F. Wakeman, Dublin., 1836 - Всего страниц: 142 |
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... throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds , in watry colours drest , Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest ; What time the pale moon sheds a softer day Mellowing the woods ...
... throne ! Thy power the Pixies own , When round thy raven brow Heaven's lucent roses glow , And clouds , in watry colours drest , Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest ; What time the pale moon sheds a softer day Mellowing the woods ...
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... Throne endear ! Some other Love let Venus find- I'll fix my empire here . " SONNET . SWEET Mercy ! how my very heart has bled To see thee , poor old man ! and thy grey hairs Hoar with the snowy blast ; while no one cares To clothe thy ...
... Throne endear ! Some other Love let Venus find- I'll fix my empire here . " SONNET . SWEET Mercy ! how my very heart has bled To see thee , poor old man ! and thy grey hairs Hoar with the snowy blast ; while no one cares To clothe thy ...
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... tomb hath wept , Angels shall lead thee to the throne above : And thou from forth its clouds shalt hear the voice , Champion of freedom and her God ! rejoice ! * Gallic liberty . IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER . O PEACE , that 70 SONNET . Sonnet.
... tomb hath wept , Angels shall lead thee to the throne above : And thou from forth its clouds shalt hear the voice , Champion of freedom and her God ! rejoice ! * Gallic liberty . IN THE MANNER OF SPENSER . O PEACE , that 70 SONNET . Sonnet.
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... throne Aye Memory sits ; thy vest profan'd with gore , Thou with an unimaginable groan Gav'st reck'ning of thy hours ! Silence ensued ! Deep silence o'er th ' ethereal multitude , Whose wreathed locks with snow - white glories shone ...
... throne Aye Memory sits ; thy vest profan'd with gore , Thou with an unimaginable groan Gav'st reck'ning of thy hours ! Silence ensued ! Deep silence o'er th ' ethereal multitude , Whose wreathed locks with snow - white glories shone ...
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... throne , Diviner light fill'd Heaven with extasy ! Heaven's hymnings paus'd , and Hell her yawn- ing mouth Clos'd a brief moment . Lovely was the death Of Him , whose life was love ! Holy with power , He , on the thought - benighted ...
... throne , Diviner light fill'd Heaven with extasy ! Heaven's hymnings paus'd , and Hell her yawn- ing mouth Clos'd a brief moment . Lovely was the death Of Him , whose life was love ! Holy with power , He , on the thought - benighted ...
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albatross Ancient Mariner anguish ANTISTROPHE bard beneath bird black lips blast blest bosom breast breath breeze bright Chatterton cheek clouds dance dark Darts dead dear dread dream earth EPODE faery fair fancy fancy's fear feelings fix'd flower French Revolution gale gaze gleam glitter groan haply hath hear heard heart heaven Hermit holy hour hues Lamb of God land of mist Lee Boo light lonely loud maid meek mild mind mist Monody moon muse night noon nurs'd o'er thy ocean Peace pensive pity Pixies Poems poison'd rise RIVER OTTER rose round sails shadow ship shrieks sigh sleep smile soft song SONNET soothes sorrows soul spirit star strange stream sublime sweet swell tear thee thine thou thro throne toil trembling Twas vale voice wave wedding-guest ween weep wild wind wing
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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.