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It is the moss that wholly brides " : The rotted old oak - stump . The Skiff - boat
near ' d : I heard them talk , “ Why this is strange , I trow ! Where are those lights
so many and fair , That signal made but now ? " Approacheth the ship with
wonder .
It is the moss that wholly brides " : The rotted old oak - stump . The Skiff - boat
near ' d : I heard them talk , “ Why this is strange , I trow ! Where are those lights
so many and fair , That signal made but now ? " Approacheth the ship with
wonder .
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Tis strange , he spake of you familiarly , As mine and Albert ' s common Foster -
Mother . FOSTER - MOTHER . Now blessings on the man , whoe ' er he be , That
joined your names with mine ! O my sweet lady ! As often as I think of those dear
...
Tis strange , he spake of you familiarly , As mine and Albert ' s common Foster -
Mother . FOSTER - MOTHER . Now blessings on the man , whoe ' er he be , That
joined your names with mine ! O my sweet lady ! As often as I think of those dear
...
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It has been too much the fashion , first to personify the Church of England , and
then to speak of different individuals , who in different ages have been rulers in
that church , as if in some strange way they constituted its personal identity .
It has been too much the fashion , first to personify the Church of England , and
then to speak of different individuals , who in different ages have been rulers in
that church , as if in some strange way they constituted its personal identity .
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He knows well The evening - star ; and once , when he awoke In most distressful
mood ( some inward pain Had made up that strange thing , an infant ' s dream ) I
hurried with him to our orchard - plot , And he beheld the Moon , and , hush ' d ...
He knows well The evening - star ; and once , when he awoke In most distressful
mood ( some inward pain Had made up that strange thing , an infant ' s dream ) I
hurried with him to our orchard - plot , And he beheld the Moon , and , hush ' d ...
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Edward , however , though perplexed by her strange detractions from her
daughter ' s good qualities , yet in the innocence of his own heart still mistaking
her increasing fondness for motherly affection ; she at length , overcome by her ...
Edward , however , though perplexed by her strange detractions from her
daughter ' s good qualities , yet in the innocence of his own heart still mistaking
her increasing fondness for motherly affection ; she at length , overcome by her ...
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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.