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The wind was wild ; against the glass The rain did beat and bicker ; The church -
tower swaying over head You scarce could hear the Vicar ! . And then and there
the Mother knelt , And audibly she criedOh ! may a clinging curse consume This ...
The wind was wild ; against the glass The rain did beat and bicker ; The church -
tower swaying over head You scarce could hear the Vicar ! . And then and there
the Mother knelt , And audibly she criedOh ! may a clinging curse consume This ...
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AN ODE TO THE RAIN . Composed before day - light , on the morning appointed
for the departure of a very worthy , but not very pleasant Visitor ; whom it was
feared the rain might detain . Ame I KNOW it is dark ; and though I have lain
Awake ...
AN ODE TO THE RAIN . Composed before day - light , on the morning appointed
for the departure of a very worthy , but not very pleasant Visitor ; whom it was
feared the rain might detain . Ame I KNOW it is dark ; and though I have lain
Awake ...
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O Rain ! with your dull two - fold sound , ' ; The clash hard by , and the murmur all
round ! You know , if you know aught , that we , Both night ' and day , but ill agree
: For days , and months , and almost years , Have limp ' d on thro ' this vale of ...
O Rain ! with your dull two - fold sound , ' ; The clash hard by , and the murmur all
round ! You know , if you know aught , that we , Both night ' and day , but ill agree
: For days , and months , and almost years , Have limp ' d on thro ' this vale of ...
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Do go , dear Rain ! do go away ! IV . Dear Rain ! if I ' ve been cold and shy , Take
no offence ! I ' ll tell you , why . A dear old Friend e ' en now is here , And with him
came my sister dear ; After long absence now first met , Long months by pain ...
Do go , dear Rain ! do go away ! IV . Dear Rain ! if I ' ve been cold and shy , Take
no offence ! I ' ll tell you , why . A dear old Friend e ' en now is here , And with him
came my sister dear ; After long absence now first met , Long months by pain ...
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Yet with kind heart , and right good will , I ' ll sit and listen to you still ; Nor should
you go away , dear Rain ! Uninvited to remain . But only now , for this one day ,
Do go , dear Rain ! do go away . VOL . II . THE VISIT OF THE GODS . ' . . Imitated
...
Yet with kind heart , and right good will , I ' ll sit and listen to you still ; Nor should
you go away , dear Rain ! Uninvited to remain . But only now , for this one day ,
Do go , dear Rain ! do go away . VOL . II . THE VISIT OF THE GODS . ' . . Imitated
...
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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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