The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, المجلد 2W. Pickering, 1829 |
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... arm , I sucked the blood , And cried , A sail ! a sail ! With throats unslacked , with black lips baked , Agape they heard me call : Gramercy ! they for joy did grin , And all at once their breath drew in , As they were drinking all ...
... arm , I sucked the blood , And cried , A sail ! a sail ! With throats unslacked , with black lips baked , Agape they heard me call : Gramercy ! they for joy did grin , And all at once their breath drew in , As they were drinking all ...
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... arms , And clustered round the mast ; Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again , Now mixed , now ...
... arms , And clustered round the mast ; Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again , Now mixed , now ...
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... arms beneath her cloak , And stole to the other side of the oak . What sees she there ? There she sees a damsel bright , Drest in a silken robe of white , That shadowy in the moonlight shone : The neck that made that white robe wan ...
... arms beneath her cloak , And stole to the other side of the oak . What sees she there ? There she sees a damsel bright , Drest in a silken robe of white , That shadowy in the moonlight shone : The neck that made that white robe wan ...
الصفحة 54
... arms the maid she took , Ah wel - a - day ! And with low voice and doleful look These words did say : In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell , Which is lord of thy utterance , Christabel ! Thou knowest to - night , and wilt ...
... arms the maid she took , Ah wel - a - day ! And with low voice and doleful look These words did say : In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell , Which is lord of thy utterance , Christabel ! Thou knowest to - night , and wilt ...
الصفحة 57
... arms , Seems to slumber still and mild , As a mother with her child . A star hath set , a star hath risen , O Geraldine ! since arms of thine Have been the lovely lady's prison . O Geraldine ! one hour was thine- Thou'st had thy will ...
... arms , Seems to slumber still and mild , As a mother with her child . A star hath set , a star hath risen , O Geraldine ! since arms of thine Have been the lovely lady's prison . O Geraldine ! one hour was thine- Thou'st had thy will ...
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ALHADRA ALVAR ancient Mariner Andreas arms babe beneath BETHLEN bless blood brother Cain cavern CHEF RAGOZZI child Christabel curse dæmons dare dark dead dear death didst doth dream dungeon Enter Exit face faith fancy father fear gentle Geraldine GLYCINE groan guilt hand hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope Hush Illyria innocent ISIDORE king kneel Lady Sarolta LASKA light live look Lord Casimir LORD RUDOLPH Lord Valdez loud maid methought MONVIEDRO moon moonlight Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er OLD BATHORY ORDONIO pause Pestalutz pray RAAB KIUPRILI rock Roland de Vaux round S. T. COLERIDGE Saints shield seemed shadow ship Sir Leoline sleep smile soul spake speak spirit stood strange sweet sword tale tears tell TERESA thee thine thing thou art thought traitor Twas tyrant voice Wedding-Guest wood ZAPOLYA ZULIMEZ
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الصفحة 5 - 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.
الصفحة 28 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
الصفحة 12 - 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.
الصفحة 16 - 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.
الصفحة 9 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the Stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
الصفحة 11 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
الصفحة 19 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.