The Ancient Mariner: And Other PoemsCharles Tilt, Fleet Street ; J. Menzies, Edinburgh ; W. F. Wakeman, Dublin., 1836 - 142 ページ |
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... 2 , We could nor laugh nor wail ; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ; I bit my arm , I sucked the blood , And cried , A sail ! a sail ! With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , Agape THE ANCIENT MARINER .
... 2 , We could nor laugh nor wail ; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ; I bit my arm , I sucked the blood , And cried , A sail ! a sail ! With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , Agape THE ANCIENT MARINER .
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... blood with cold . The naked hulk alongside cames , And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won , I've won ! " Quoth she , and whistles thrice . The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out 9 : At one stride comes the dark ...
... blood with cold . The naked hulk alongside cames , And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won , I've won ! " Quoth she , and whistles thrice . The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out 9 : At one stride comes the dark ...
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... 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 . How long in that same fit I lay 6 , 18 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
... 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 . How long in that same fit I lay 6 , 18 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
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... blood . 66 PART VII . THIS Hermit good lives in that wood1 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 , at eve- He ...
... blood . 66 PART VII . THIS Hermit good lives in that wood1 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 , at eve- He ...
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... blood ! Anon the tear More gentle starts , to hear the beldame tell Of pretty babes , that lov'd each other dear , Murder'd by cruel uncle's mandate fell : Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart , Ev'n so thou , Siddons , meltest ...
... blood ! Anon the tear More gentle starts , to hear the beldame tell Of pretty babes , that lov'd each other dear , Murder'd by cruel uncle's mandate fell : Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart , Ev'n so thou , Siddons , meltest ...
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albatross Ancient Mariner anguish ANTISTROPHE bard beneath bird black lips blast blest bosom breast breath breeze bright Chatterton cheek clouds dance dark Darts dead dear dread dream earth EPODE faery fair fancy fancy's fear feelings fix'd flower French Revolution gale gaze gleam glitter groan haply hath hear heard heart heaven Hermit holy hour hues Lamb of God land of mist Lee Boo light lonely loud maid meek mild mind mist Monody moon muse night noon nurs'd o'er thy ocean Peace pensive pity Pixies Poems poison'd rise RIVER OTTER rose round sails shadow ship shrieks sigh sleep smile soft song SONNET soothes sorrows soul spirit star strange stream sublime sweet swell tear thee thine thou thro throne toil trembling Twas vale voice wave wedding-guest ween weep wild wind wing
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27 ページ - 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.
5 ページ - With sloping masts and dipping prow, 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.
18 ページ - 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.
19 ページ - 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.
24 ページ - The pilot and the pilot's boy, I heard them coming fast : Dear Lord in heaven ! it was a joy The dead men could not blast. I saw a third — I heard his voice : It is the hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. * He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.
10 ページ - Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres!
16 ページ - 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.
11 ページ - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
4 ページ - 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.
4 ページ - Eftsoons his hand dropt he. 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.