Wiener Beiträge zur englischen Philologie, 第 26~28 巻

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Braumüller., 1907

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74 ページ - 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.
67 ページ - 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.
69 ページ - 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 skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
81 ページ - Said the Hermit cheerily. The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard.
73 ページ - VOICE But tell me , tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is the ocean doing ? SECOND VOICE Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the moon is cast — If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see ! how graciously She looketh down on him.
75 ページ - All fixed on me their stony eyes, That in the Moon did glitter. The pang, the curse, with which they died, Had never passed away: I could not draw my eyes from theirs, Nor turn them up to pray.
53 ページ - And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe: For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
81 ページ - 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.
59 ページ - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
56 ページ - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call : Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!

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