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Twas right , said they , such birds to slay , That bring the fog and mist . But when
the fog cleared off , they jus . tify the sameand thus make them selves accom ,
plices in the crime . The fair breeze blew , the white foam flew , The furrow *
stream ...
Twas right , said they , such birds to slay , That bring the fog and mist . But when
the fog cleared off , they jus . tify the sameand thus make them selves accom ,
plices in the crime . The fair breeze blew , the white foam flew , The furrow *
stream ...
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Twas not those souls that fled in pain , - orr . . . not those souls that Aed in noin
Which to their corses came again , But a troop of spirits blest : arma For when it
dawned - they dropped their arms , . And clustered round the mast ; Sweet
sounds ...
Twas not those souls that fled in pain , - orr . . . not those souls that Aed in noin
Which to their corses came again , But a troop of spirits blest : arma For when it
dawned - they dropped their arms , . And clustered round the mast ; Sweet
sounds ...
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Twas partly Love , and partly Fear , And partly ' twas a bashful art , That I might
rather feel , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm ' d her fears , and she was
calm , And told her love with virgin - pride . And so I won my Genevieve , My ...
Twas partly Love , and partly Fear , And partly ' twas a bashful art , That I might
rather feel , than see , The swelling of her heart . I calm ' d her fears , and she was
calm , And told her love with virgin - pride . And so I won my Genevieve , My ...
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A Collection of Poems Samuel Taylor Coleridge. ' Twas a drizzly time — no ice ,
no snow ! And on the few fine days She stirr ' d not out , lest she might meet Her
mother in the ways . But Ellen , spite of miry ways And weather dark and dreary ...
A Collection of Poems Samuel Taylor Coleridge. ' Twas a drizzly time — no ice ,
no snow ! And on the few fine days She stirr ' d not out , lest she might meet Her
mother in the ways . But Ellen , spite of miry ways And weather dark and dreary ...
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Twas such a foggy time as makes Old Sextons , Sir ! like me , Rest on their
spades to cough ; the spring Was late uncommonly . And then the hot days , all at
once , They came , we knew not how : You look ' d about for shade , when scarce
A ...
Twas such a foggy time as makes Old Sextons , Sir ! like me , Rest on their
spades to cough ; the spring Was late uncommonly . And then the hot days , all at
once , They came , we knew not how : You look ' d about for shade , when scarce
A ...
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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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