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He despiseth the creatures of the calm , The many men , so beautiful ! And they
all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Liv ' d on ; and so did I .
And envieth that they should live , and so many lie dead . I look ' d upon the
rotting ...
He despiseth the creatures of the calm , The many men , so beautiful ! And they
all dead did lie : And a thousand thousand slimy things Liv ' d on ; and so did I .
And envieth that they should live , and so many lie dead . I look ' d upon the
rotting ...
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... rather feel , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm ' d her fears , and she
was calm , And told her love with virgin - pride . And so I won my Genevieve , My
bright and beauteous Bride . LEWTI , OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE - CHANT . At ...
... rather feel , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm ' d her fears , and she
was calm , And told her love with virgin - pride . And so I won my Genevieve , My
bright and beauteous Bride . LEWTI , OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE - CHANT . At ...
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Once I saw ( Hallowing his Sabbath - day by quietness ) A wealthy son of
commerce saunter by , Bristowa ' s citizen : methought , it calm ' d His thirst of idle
gold , and made him muse With wiser feelings : for he paus ' d , and look ' d With
a ...
Once I saw ( Hallowing his Sabbath - day by quietness ) A wealthy son of
commerce saunter by , Bristowa ' s citizen : methought , it calm ' d His thirst of idle
gold , and made him muse With wiser feelings : for he paus ' d , and look ' d With
a ...
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... a various mood , Accept , my Brother ! and ( for some perchance Will strike
discordant on thy milder mind ) If aught of Error or intemperate Truth Should meet
thine ear , think thou that riper age Will calm it down , and let they Love forgive it !
... a various mood , Accept , my Brother ! and ( for some perchance Will strike
discordant on thy milder mind ) If aught of Error or intemperate Truth Should meet
thine ear , think thou that riper age Will calm it down , and let they Love forgive it !
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Tis calm indeed ! so calm , that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange
And extreme silentness . Sea , hill , and wood , This populous village ! Sea , and
hill , and wood , With all the numberless goings on of life , Inaudible as dreams ...
Tis calm indeed ! so calm , that it disturbs And vexes meditation with its strange
And extreme silentness . Sea , hill , and wood , This populous village ! Sea , and
hill , and wood , With all the numberless goings on of life , Inaudible as dreams ...
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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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