The poetical and dramatic works of S.T. Coleridge 3 vols, Том 2 |
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... blessed them unaware : Sure kind saint took pity on me , my And I blessed them unaware . The selfsame moment I could And from my neck so free God's crea- tures of the great calm . Their beauty and their happiness . He blesseth them in ...
... blessed them unaware : Sure kind saint took pity on me , my And I blessed them unaware . The selfsame moment I could And from my neck so free God's crea- tures of the great calm . Their beauty and their happiness . He blesseth them in ...
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... blessed ghost . And soon I heard a roaring wind : It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails , That were so thin and sere . The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire - flags sheen , To and fro they were ...
... blessed ghost . And soon I heard a roaring wind : It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails , That were so thin and sere . The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire - flags sheen , To and fro they were ...
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... not by the souls of the men , nor by demons of earth or middle air , but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits , sent down by the invocation of the guardian saint . For when it dawned - they dropped their arms , THE ANCIENT MARINER 15.
... not by the souls of the men , nor by demons of earth or middle air , but by a blessed troop of angelic spirits , sent down by the invocation of the guardian saint . For when it dawned - they dropped their arms , THE ANCIENT MARINER 15.
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... blessing , I hymn thee ! Forth , ye sweet sounds ! from my harp , and my voice shall float on your surges- Soar thou aloft , O my soul ! and bear up my song on thy pinions . Travelling the vale with mine eyes — green mea- dows and lake ...
... blessing , I hymn thee ! Forth , ye sweet sounds ! from my harp , and my voice shall float on your surges- Soar thou aloft , O my soul ! and bear up my song on thy pinions . Travelling the vale with mine eyes — green mea- dows and lake ...
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... blessing , Huge wasteful empires founded and hallow'd slow persecution , Soul - withering , but crush'd the blasphemous rites of the Pagan And idolatrous Christians . - For veiling the Gospel of Jesus , They , the best corrupting , had ...
... blessing , Huge wasteful empires founded and hallow'd slow persecution , Soul - withering , but crush'd the blasphemous rites of the Pagan And idolatrous Christians . - For veiling the Gospel of Jesus , They , the best corrupting , had ...
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Alhadra Alvar arms art thou babe bard Bathory behold beneath Bethlen bless breath brother Cain cavern child Christabel curse dare dark dastard dead dear death didst doth dream earth Emerick Enter Exit face fair faith fancy father fear gentle Geraldine Glycine guilt hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope Hush Illyria innocent Isid Isidore king land of mist Laska light live look Lord Casimir maid moon Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er Ordonio pray Raab Kiuprili Ragozzi rock Roland de Vaux round S. T. COLERIDGE Saints shield ship Sir Leoline sleep smile soul spake speak spirit stood strange sweet sword tale tears tell Teresa thee thine thing thou art thought traitor Twas voice wood youth Zapolya
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Стр. 18 - 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. 11 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. " I fear thee, and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand, so brown.
Стр. 24 - 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. 12 - And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
Стр. 14 - But with its sound it shook the sails, That were so thin and sere. 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.
Стр. 15 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the...
Стр. 13 - 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. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Стр. 20 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 'Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Стр. 22 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart—- No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Стр. 16 - ... twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, 370 That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.