The Rime of the Ancient MarinerD. Appleton & Company, 1866 - Всего страниц: 51 |
Результаты поиска по книге
Результаты 1 – 3 из 3
Стр. 43
... shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood . " PART VII . " 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 ...
... shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood . " PART VII . " 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 ...
Стр. 47
... And fell down in a fit ; The ancient Ma riner earnestly entreateth the Hermit to shrieve. The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And prayed where he did sit . But in the garden - bower the bride And bride. the Ancient Mariner . 47.
... And fell down in a fit ; The ancient Ma riner earnestly entreateth the Hermit to shrieve. The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And prayed where he did sit . But in the garden - bower the bride And bride. the Ancient Mariner . 47.
Стр. 47
... 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 ? ' " Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony , Which forced me to begin ...
... 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 ? ' " Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony , Which forced me to begin ...
Другие издания - Просмотреть все
Часто встречающиеся слова и выражения
ancient Ma ancient Mariner Barringer bay the moonlight bird to slay black lips baked blessed them unaware blew breeze did breathe breeze to blow cient corse countree crew cross an Albatross cross-bow curse dead men stood doth crazy go dropt drove suddenly Betwixt DUNCAN E. H. WEHNERT fear thee fear thy skinny fled to bliss food or play glittering eye goes The merry groan HARRAL heart Hermit HHARRAL SC hollo killed the bird kirk land of mist length did cross loud loveth Mariner hath mast mist and snow naked hulk alongside never a breeze noon we quietly penance Pilot's boy pray prayeth quoth riner seraph-band sere shadow shape drove suddenly ship moved shipmates short uneasy motion shrieve skiff-boat neared sound south pole spake spirit stars strange shape drove tale thou Wedding-Guest throats unslaked thy skinny hand trow twain were casting vesper weary wind
Популярные отрывки
Стр. 47 - 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. 31 - 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. 35 - 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, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Стр. 33 - gan work the ropes, Where they were wont to do; They raised their limbs like lifeless tools — We were a ghastly crew. The body of my brother's son Stood by me, knee to knee: The body and I pulled at one rope, But he said nought to me." "I fear thee, ancient Mariner!
Стр. 37 - 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. 45 - 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-wolf's young.
Стр. 47 - 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. 35 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Стр. 15 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Стр. 31 - 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.