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She loves me best , whene ' er I sing The songs that make her grieve . I play ' d a
soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving storyAn old rude song , that suited
well That ruin wild and hoary . She listen ' d with a flitting blush , With downcast ...
She loves me best , whene ' er I sing The songs that make her grieve . I play ' d a
soft and doleful air , I sang an old and moving storyAn old rude song , that suited
well That ruin wild and hoary . She listen ' d with a flitting blush , With downcast ...
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Ah ! not by Cam or Isis , famous streams , In arched groves , the youthful poet ' s
choice ; Nor while half - list ' ning , mid delicious dreams , To harp and song from
lady ' s hand and voice ; Nor yet while gazing in sublimer mood On cliff , or ...
Ah ! not by Cam or Isis , famous streams , In arched groves , the youthful poet ' s
choice ; Nor while half - list ' ning , mid delicious dreams , To harp and song from
lady ' s hand and voice ; Nor yet while gazing in sublimer mood On cliff , or ...
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Then ( last strain ) Of Duty , chosen Laws controlling choice , Action and Joy ! - An
orphic song indeed , A song divine of high and passionate thoughts , To their
own Music chaunted ! O great Bard ! Ere yet that last strain dying awed the air , .
Then ( last strain ) Of Duty , chosen Laws controlling choice , Action and Joy ! - An
orphic song indeed , A song divine of high and passionate thoughts , To their
own Music chaunted ! O great Bard ! Ere yet that last strain dying awed the air , .
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... to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his
whole spirit , of his song And of his fame forgetful ! so his fame Should share in
Nature ' s immortality , A venerable thing ! and so his song Should make all
Nature ...
... to the influxes Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements Surrendering his
whole spirit , of his song And of his fame forgetful ! so his fame Should share in
Nature ' s immortality , A venerable thing ! and so his song Should make all
Nature ...
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And found the lowly stable - shed Where the Virgin - Mother lay : And now they
check ' d their eager tread , For to the Babe , that at her bosom clung , A Mother ' s
song the Virgin - Mother sung . II . They told her how a glorious light , Streaming ...
And found the lowly stable - shed Where the Virgin - Mother lay : And now they
check ' d their eager tread , For to the Babe , that at her bosom clung , A Mother ' s
song the Virgin - Mother sung . II . They told her how a glorious light , Streaming ...
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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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