The poetical works of S.T. Coleridge, Том 2 |
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... poor Geraldine ? Why stares she with unsettled eye ? Can she the bodiless dead espy ? And why with hollow voice cries she , " Off , woman , off ! this hour is mine— Though thou her guardian spirit be , Off , woman , off ! ' tis given to ...
... poor Geraldine ? Why stares she with unsettled eye ? Can she the bodiless dead espy ? And why with hollow voice cries she , " Off , woman , off ! this hour is mine— Though thou her guardian spirit be , Off , woman , off ! ' tis given to ...
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... poor nigh - related guest , That may not rudely be dismist . Yet hath outstay'd his welcome while , And tells the jest without the smile . MY eyes A DAY DREAM . - make pictures , when they are shut : - I see a fountain , large and fair ...
... poor nigh - related guest , That may not rudely be dismist . Yet hath outstay'd his welcome while , And tells the jest without the smile . MY eyes A DAY DREAM . - make pictures , when they are shut : - I see a fountain , large and fair ...
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... Devil quoted Genesis , Like a very learned clerk , How " Noah and his creeping things Went up into the Ark . " XVI . He took from the poor , And he gave to the rich , And he shook hands with a Scotchman , For he 86 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... Devil quoted Genesis , Like a very learned clerk , How " Noah and his creeping things Went up into the Ark . " XVI . He took from the poor , And he gave to the rich , And he shook hands with a Scotchman , For he 86 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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... dry , It boots not how - I know not why- She missed her wonted food ; and quickly Poor Fancy stagger'd and grew sickly . Then came a restless state , ' twixt yea and nay , His faith was fix'd , his heart all ebb and 124 NEW THOUGHTS.
... dry , It boots not how - I know not why- She missed her wonted food ; and quickly Poor Fancy stagger'd and grew sickly . Then came a restless state , ' twixt yea and nay , His faith was fix'd , his heart all ebb and 124 NEW THOUGHTS.
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... Poor Fancy on her sick bed lay ; Ill at distance , worse when near , Telling her dreams to jealous Fear ! Where was it then , the sociable sprite That crown'd the Poet's cup and deck'd his dish ! Poor shadow cast from an unsteady wish ...
... Poor Fancy on her sick bed lay ; Ill at distance , worse when near , Telling her dreams to jealous Fear ! Where was it then , the sociable sprite That crown'd the Poet's cup and deck'd his dish ! Poor shadow cast from an unsteady wish ...
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The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: With a Memoir, Том 2 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Полный просмотр - 1871 |
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Стр. 26 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk, With a goodly company! To walk together to the kirk...
Стр. 9 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Стр. 14 - 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. 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. 2 - He holds him with his glittering eye The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will. The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Стр. 3 - 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. 23 - This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk, 'Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
Стр. 8 - 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 ! And still it neared and neared : As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered. With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried,...
Стр. 27 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
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.