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I closed my lids , and kept them close , And the balls like pulses beat ; . For the
sky and the sea , and the sea and the sky Lay , like a cloud , on my weary eye ,
And the dead were at my feet . The cold sweat melted from their limbs , Nor rot 18
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I closed my lids , and kept them close , And the balls like pulses beat ; . For the
sky and the sea , and the sea and the sky Lay , like a cloud , on my weary eye ,
And the dead were at my feet . The cold sweat melted from their limbs , Nor rot 18
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By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Mariner is refreshed with rain . ere 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 :
By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Mariner is refreshed with rain . ere 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 :
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And when the Vicar join ' d their hands , Her limbs did creep and freeze ; But
when they pray ' d , she thought she saw Her mother on her knees . And o ' er the
church - path they return ' dI saw poor Mary ' s back , Just as she stept beneath
the ...
And when the Vicar join ' d their hands , Her limbs did creep and freeze ; But
when they pray ' d , she thought she saw Her mother on her knees . And o ' er the
church - path they return ' dI saw poor Mary ' s back , Just as she stept beneath
the ...
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The shade o ' er - flush ' d her limbs with heat Then came a chill like death : And
when the merry bells rang out , They seem ' d to stop her breath . Beneath the
foulest Mother ' s curse No child could ever thrive : A Mother is a Mother still , The
...
The shade o ' er - flush ' d her limbs with heat Then came a chill like death : And
when the merry bells rang out , They seem ' d to stop her breath . Beneath the
foulest Mother ' s curse No child could ever thrive : A Mother is a Mother still , The
...
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The foremost horse Lay with stretch ' d limbs ; the others , yet alive But stiff and
cold , stood motionless , their manes Hoar with the frozen night - dews . Dismally
The dark - red dawn new glimmer ' d ; but its gleams Disclosed no face of man .
The foremost horse Lay with stretch ' d limbs ; the others , yet alive But stiff and
cold , stood motionless , their manes Hoar with the frozen night - dews . Dismally
The dark - red dawn new glimmer ' d ; but its gleams Disclosed no face of man .
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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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