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The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Volledige weergave - 1828
The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge. [Edited by H. N. Coleridge.], Volume 3
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Volledige weergave - 1834
Alvar Bathory beneath Bethlen bless blood brother Casimir child comes curse dare dark dead dear death doth dream earth Emerick Enter face fair faith fall fancy father fear feel Glycine guilt hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hope hour Isid king Kiuprili lady Laska leave light live look lord loud mean mother move murder nature never night o'er once Ordonio passed poor pray Robespierre rock round seek seemed shape ship sleep smile soul sound speak spirit stand stood strange sweet sword tale tears tell Teresa thee thine thing thou thought traitor turned Twas tyrant Valdez voice wood young youth
Pagina 44 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Pagina 4 - We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 26 - 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.
Pagina 10 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Pagina 12 - 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.
Pagina 5 - The Sun now rose upon the right Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day, for food or play, Came to the mariners...