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With a woeful agony , Which forced me to begin my tale ; And then it left me free .
Since then , at an uncertain hour , That agony returns ; And till my ghastly tale is
told , This heart within me burns . And ever and anon through out his future life ...
With a woeful agony , Which forced me to begin my tale ; And then it left me free .
Since then , at an uncertain hour , That agony returns ; And till my ghastly tale is
told , This heart within me burns . And ever and anon through out his future life ...
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A FRAGMENT OF A SEXTON ' S TALE . [ The Author has published the following
humble fragment , encouraged by the decisive recommendation of more than
one of our most celebrated living Poets . The language was intended to be ...
A FRAGMENT OF A SEXTON ' S TALE . [ The Author has published the following
humble fragment , encouraged by the decisive recommendation of more than
one of our most celebrated living Poets . The language was intended to be ...
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( The outlines of the Tale are positive Facts , and of po very distant date , though
the author has purposely altered the names and the scene of action , as well as
invented the characters of the parties and the detail of the inci . dents . ) Edward ...
( The outlines of the Tale are positive Facts , and of po very distant date , though
the author has purposely altered the names and the scene of action , as well as
invented the characters of the parties and the detail of the inci . dents . ) Edward ...
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With groans , and tremulous shudderings - all is overIt tells another tale , with
sounds less deep and loud ! A tale of less affright , And temper ' d with delight , As
Otway ' s self had fram ' d the tender lay' Tis of a little child Upon a lonesome wild
...
With groans , and tremulous shudderings - all is overIt tells another tale , with
sounds less deep and loud ! A tale of less affright , And temper ' d with delight , As
Otway ' s self had fram ' d the tender lay' Tis of a little child Upon a lonesome wild
...
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Yet these delight to celebrate Laurellid War and plumy State ; Or in verse and
music dress Tales of rustic happinessPernicious Tales ! insidious Strains ! That
steel the rich man ' s breast , And mock the lot unblest , The sordid vices and the ...
Yet these delight to celebrate Laurellid War and plumy State ; Or in verse and
music dress Tales of rustic happinessPernicious Tales ! insidious Strains ! That
steel the rich man ' s breast , And mock the lot unblest , The sordid vices and the ...
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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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