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The poor wretch , who has learnt his only prayers From curses , who knows
scarcely words enough To ask a blessing from his Heavenly Father , Becomes a
fluent phraseman , absolute And technical in victories and deceit , i And all our
dainty ...
The poor wretch , who has learnt his only prayers From curses , who knows
scarcely words enough To ask a blessing from his Heavenly Father , Becomes a
fluent phraseman , absolute And technical in victories and deceit , i And all our
dainty ...
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A BLESSED lot bath he , who having past His youth and early manhood in the stir
And turmoil of the world , retreats at length , With cares that move , not agitate the
Heart , To the same Dwelling where his Father dwelt ; And haply views his tott ...
A BLESSED lot bath he , who having past His youth and early manhood in the stir
And turmoil of the world , retreats at length , With cares that move , not agitate the
Heart , To the same Dwelling where his Father dwelt ; And haply views his tott ...
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Of Husband and of Father ; nor unhearing Of that divine and nightly - whispering
Voice , Which from my childhood to maturer years Spake to me of predestinated
wreaths , Bright with no fading colours ! Yet at times My soul is sad , that I have ...
Of Husband and of Father ; nor unhearing Of that divine and nightly - whispering
Voice , Which from my childhood to maturer years Spake to me of predestinated
wreaths , Bright with no fading colours ! Yet at times My soul is sad , that I have ...
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... from having had no other children but Mary and another Daughter ( the Father
died in their infancy ) retaining , for the greater part , her personal attractions and
comeliness of appearance ; but a woman of low education and violent temper .
... from having had no other children but Mary and another Daughter ( the Father
died in their infancy ) retaining , for the greater part , her personal attractions and
comeliness of appearance ; but a woman of low education and violent temper .
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Hush all meaner song , Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured To the
GREAT FATHER , only RIGHTFUL KING , ETERNAL FATHER ! King
OMNIPOTENT ! Beneath whose shadowy banners , wide unfurl ' d , Justice leads
forth her ...
Hush all meaner song , Ere we the deep preluding strain have poured To the
GREAT FATHER , only RIGHTFUL KING , ETERNAL FATHER ! King
OMNIPOTENT ! Beneath whose shadowy banners , wide unfurl ' d , Justice leads
forth her ...
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Стр. 38 - 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. 37 - 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?
Стр. 27 - 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. 10 - 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.
Стр. 22 - 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.
Стр. 35 - 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
Стр. 23 - 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.
Стр. 21 - 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.
Стр. 164 - 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!
Стр. 30 - 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.
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| Название | Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems Sibylline Leaves:: A Collection of Poems, Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Автор | Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Издатель | Rest Fenner, 1817 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 2 авг 2007 |
| Количество страниц | Всего страниц: 303 |
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