The Ancient Mariner: And Other PoemsCharles Tilt, Fleet Street ; J. Menzies, Edinburgh ; W. F. Wakeman, Dublin., 1836 - Poetry, Modern - 142 pages |
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... gale of spring- It mingled strangely with my fears , Yet it felt like a welcoming . Switly , swiftly , flew the ship , Yet she sailed softly too ; Sweetly , sweetly , blew the breeze- On me alone it blew . Oh ! dream of joy ! is this ...
... gale of spring- It mingled strangely with my fears , Yet it felt like a welcoming . Switly , swiftly , flew the ship , Yet she sailed softly too ; Sweetly , sweetly , blew the breeze- On me alone it blew . Oh ! dream of joy ! is this ...
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... gale , Ere Morn with living gems bedight Streaks the east with purple light , We sip the furze - flow'rs ' fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues Richer than the deepen'd bloom That glows on Summer's scented plume : Or sport amid ...
... gale , Ere Morn with living gems bedight Streaks the east with purple light , We sip the furze - flow'rs ' fragrant dews Clad in robes of rainbow hues Richer than the deepen'd bloom That glows on Summer's scented plume : Or sport amid ...
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... gale , Where , wearied with the flower - caressing- sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam , By lonely Otter's sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song ...
... gale , Where , wearied with the flower - caressing- sport , Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ; Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam , By lonely Otter's sleep - persuading stream ; Or where his wave with loud unquiet song ...
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... gale . Lightly didst thou , foolish thing ! Heave and flutter to his sighs , While the Flatt'rer on his wing Woo'd and whisper'd thee to rise . Gaily from thy mother stalk Wert thou danc'd and wafted high ; Soon on this unshelter'd walk ...
... gale . Lightly didst thou , foolish thing ! Heave and flutter to his sighs , While the Flatt'rer on his wing Woo'd and whisper'd thee to rise . Gaily from thy mother stalk Wert thou danc'd and wafted high ; Soon on this unshelter'd walk ...
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... Gale , At Morning's break , at Evening's close , Inhales the sweetness of the rose , And hovers o'er th ' uninjur'd bloom , Sighing back the soft perfume . Vigour to the Zephyr's wing Her nectar - breathing kisses fling ; And he the ...
... Gale , At Morning's break , at Evening's close , Inhales the sweetness of the rose , And hovers o'er th ' uninjur'd bloom , Sighing back the soft perfume . Vigour to the Zephyr's wing Her nectar - breathing kisses fling ; And he the ...
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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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Page 27 - 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.
Page 5 - 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.
Page 18 - 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 19 - 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.
Page 24 - 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.
Page 10 - 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!
Page 16 - 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.
Page 11 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Page 4 - 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.
Page 4 - 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.