The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor ColeridgePhillips, Sampson, 1855 - Всего страниц: 464 |
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... honour The Holy Church regards her faithful soldiers , Thus far prevail'd with me that- Ord . Reverend father , I am much beholden to your high opinion , Which so o'erprizes my light services . [ Then to Alhadra . I would that I could ...
... honour The Holy Church regards her faithful soldiers , Thus far prevail'd with me that- Ord . Reverend father , I am much beholden to your high opinion , Which so o'erprizes my light services . [ Then to Alhadra . I would that I could ...
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... honour ; Ah ! there I am hamper'd . What if this were a lie Framed by the assassin ? Who should tell it him , If it were truth ? Ordonio would not tell him . Yet why one lie ? all else , I know , was truth . No start , no jealousy of ...
... honour ; Ah ! there I am hamper'd . What if this were a lie Framed by the assassin ? Who should tell it him , If it were truth ? Ordonio would not tell him . Yet why one lie ? all else , I know , was truth . No start , no jealousy of ...
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... honour'd thus , requited him ; And in the following and calamitous years Beguiled the hours of his captivity . Alh . And then he framed this picture ? and unaided By arts unlawful , spell , or talisman ! Alv . A potent spell , a mighty ...
... honour'd thus , requited him ; And in the following and calamitous years Beguiled the hours of his captivity . Alh . And then he framed this picture ? and unaided By arts unlawful , spell , or talisman ! Alv . A potent spell , a mighty ...
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... honour , I swear to you , Name it , and I will toil to do the thing , If it be innocent ! But this , my Lord , Is not a place where you could perpetrate , No , nor propose , a wicked thing . The darkness , When ten strides off , we know ...
... honour , I swear to you , Name it , and I will toil to do the thing , If it be innocent ! But this , my Lord , Is not a place where you could perpetrate , No , nor propose , a wicked thing . The darkness , When ten strides off , we know ...
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... honour ? I am old , A comfortless old man ! Ter . O Grief ! to hear Hateful entreaties from a voice we love ! [ Enter a Peasant and presents a letter to Valdez . Val . ( reading it ) . " He dares not venture hither ! " Why what can this ...
... honour ? I am old , A comfortless old man ! Ter . O Grief ! to hear Hateful entreaties from a voice we love ! [ Enter a Peasant and presents a letter to Valdez . Val . ( reading it ) . " He dares not venture hither ! " Why what can this ...
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Стр. 2 - The sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — " The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Стр. 12 - The upper air burst into life; And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about; And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge; And the rain poured down from one black cloud,— The moon was at its edge.
Стр. 20 - My body lay afloat ; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat. Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round ; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
Стр. 13 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Стр. 6 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist, It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Стр. 10 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes.
Стр. 14 - Is it he?' quoth one, '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. 459 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Стр. 3 - As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Стр. 10 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.