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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... never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a law of our Nature , he ...
... never sounds so sweetly , as when it speaks of itself ; and I should almost suspect that man of an unkindly heart , who could read the opening of the third book of the Paradise Lost without peculiar emotion . By a law of our Nature , he ...
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... never a saint took pity on My soul in agony . * For the last two lines of this stauza , I am indebted to Mr. Wordsworth . It was on a delightful walk from Nether Stowey to Dulverton , with him and his sister , in the autumn of 1797 ...
... never a saint took pity on My soul in agony . * For the last two lines of this stauza , I am indebted to Mr. Wordsworth . It was on a delightful walk from Nether Stowey to Dulverton , with him and his sister , in the autumn of 1797 ...
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... 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 ! 5 Seven days , seven nights , I saw that curse , And yet I could not die . The moving ...
... 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 ! 5 Seven days , seven nights , I saw that curse , And yet I could not die . The moving ...
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... never a jag , A river steep and wide . The loud wind never reached the ship , Yet now the ship moved on ! Beneath the lightning and the moon 3 The dead men gave a groan . They groaned , they stirred , they all uprose , Nor spake , nor ...
... never a jag , A river steep and wide . The loud wind never reached the ship , Yet now the ship moved on ! Beneath the lightning and the moon 3 The dead men gave a groan . They groaned , they stirred , they all uprose , Nor spake , nor ...
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... never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship , Moved onward from beneath . Under the keel nine fathom deep 5 , From the land of mist and snow , The spirit slid ; and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at ...
... never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship , Moved onward from beneath . Under the keel nine fathom deep 5 , From the land of mist and snow , The spirit slid ; and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at ...
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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.