The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge, Volume 2W. Pickering, 1835 - 331 pages |
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... Mother of Charity On an Infant , which died before Baptism On Berkeley and Florence Coleridge « Γνῶθι σεαυτόν , δε . " Gently I took , " & c . My Baptismal Birthday Epitaph REMORSE , A TRAGEDY Appendix ZAPOLYA , A CHRISTMAS TALE ...
... Mother of Charity On an Infant , which died before Baptism On Berkeley and Florence Coleridge « Γνῶθι σεαυτόν , δε . " Gently I took , " & c . My Baptismal Birthday Epitaph REMORSE , A TRAGEDY Appendix ZAPOLYA , A CHRISTMAS TALE ...
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... ; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the sun . • And straight the sun was flecked with bars , ( Heaven's Mother send us grace ! ) ship . As if through a dungeon - grate he peered With 8 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
... ; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the sun . • And straight the sun was flecked with bars , ( Heaven's Mother send us grace ! ) ship . As if through a dungeon - grate he peered With 8 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
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... it is a gentle thing , Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given ! She sent the gentle sleep from heaven , That slid into my soul . By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Ma- THE ANCIENT MARINER . 13.
... it is a gentle thing , Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given ! She sent the gentle sleep from heaven , That slid into my soul . By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Ma- THE ANCIENT MARINER . 13.
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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Ma- riner is re- freshed with rain . He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and commotions in the sky and the ele- inent . The silly buckets on the deck , That had so ...
Samuel Taylor Coleridge. By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Ma- riner is re- freshed with rain . He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and commotions in the sky and the ele- inent . The silly buckets on the deck , That had so ...
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... mother , save me now ! ( Said Christabel , ) And who art thou ? The lady strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : — Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness : Stretch forth thy hand , and ...
... mother , save me now ! ( Said Christabel , ) And who art thou ? The lady strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : — Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness : Stretch forth thy hand , and ...
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Page 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.
Page 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
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 7 - There passed a weary time. Each throat was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, when looking westward, 1 beheld a something in the sky.