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Now wherefore stopp ' st thou me ? ding - feast , and detaineth one . “ The
Bridegroom ' s doors are open ' d wide , , “ And I am next of kin ; " The guests are
met , the feast is set : “ May ' st hear the merry din . ” He holds him with his skinny
hand ...
Now wherefore stopp ' st thou me ? ding - feast , and detaineth one . “ The
Bridegroom ' s doors are open ' d wide , , “ And I am next of kin ; " The guests are
met , the feast is set : “ May ' st hear the merry din . ” He holds him with his skinny
hand ...
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A man all light , a seraph - man , On every corse there stood . This seraph - band ,
each waved his hand : It was a heavenly sight ! They stood as signals to the land
, Each one a lovely light : This seraph - band , each waved his hand , 1 32.
A man all light , a seraph - man , On every corse there stood . This seraph - band ,
each waved his hand : It was a heavenly sight ! They stood as signals to the land
, Each one a lovely light : This seraph - band , each waved his hand , 1 32.
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... on the contrary , with that sort of calmness of tone which is to the ear what the
paleness of anger is to the eye , shall simply say , “ If I chance to be made
boatswain , as I hope I soon shall , and can but once get that fellow under my
hand ( and ...
... on the contrary , with that sort of calmness of tone which is to the ear what the
paleness of anger is to the eye , shall simply say , “ If I chance to be made
boatswain , as I hope I soon shall , and can but once get that fellow under my
hand ( and ...
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That strain again ? Full fain it would delay me ! My dear babe , Who , capable of
no articulate sound , Mars all things with his imitative lisp , How he would place
his hand beside his ear , His little hand , the small forefinger up , And bid us listen
!
That strain again ? Full fain it would delay me ! My dear babe , Who , capable of
no articulate sound , Mars all things with his imitative lisp , How he would place
his hand beside his ear , His little hand , the small forefinger up , And bid us listen
!
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And then her wrist she spann ' d : And once when Mary was down - cast , She
took her by the hand , And gaz ' d upon her , and at first She gently press ' d her
hand ; : Then harder , till her grasp at length Did gripe like a convulsion ! Alas !
said ...
And then her wrist she spann ' d : And once when Mary was down - cast , She
took her by the hand , And gaz ' d upon her , and at first She gently press ' d her
hand ; : Then harder , till her grasp at length Did gripe like a convulsion ! Alas !
said ...
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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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