The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya, المجلد 2W. Pickering, 1829 |
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... death - fires danced at night ; The water , like a witch's oils , Burnt green , and blue and white . A spirit had And some in dreams assured were followed them ; one of Of the spirit that plagued us so ; the invisible inhabitants of ...
... death - fires danced at night ; The water , like a witch's oils , Burnt green , and blue and white . A spirit had And some in dreams assured were followed them ; one of Of the spirit that plagued us so ; the invisible inhabitants of ...
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... DEATH ? and are there two ? woman and her death- mate , and no other on board the skeleton- ship . Like vessel , like crew ! IS DEATH that woman's mate ? Her lips were red , her looks were free , Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin ...
... DEATH ? and are there two ? woman and her death- mate , and no other on board the skeleton- ship . Like vessel , like crew ! IS DEATH that woman's mate ? Her lips were red , her looks were free , Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin ...
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... DEATH be- gins her work They fled to bliss or woe ! on the ancient Mariner . And every soul , it passed me by , Like the whizz of my CROSS - BOW ! THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER . PART THE FOURTH 16 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
... DEATH be- gins her work They fled to bliss or woe ! on the ancient Mariner . And every soul , it passed me by , Like the whizz of my CROSS - BOW ! THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER . PART THE FOURTH 16 THE ANCIENT MARINER .
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... death with stifled breath ! And now have reached her chamber door ; And now doth Geraldine press down The rushes of the chamber floor . The moon shines dim in the open air , And not a moonbeam enters here . But they without its light ...
... death with stifled breath ! And now have reached her chamber door ; And now doth Geraldine press down The rushes of the chamber floor . The moon shines dim in the open air , And not a moonbeam enters here . But they without its light ...
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... death - bed she did say , That she should hear the castle - bell Strike twelve upon my wedding day . O mother dear ! that thou wert here ! I would , said Geraldine , she were ! But soon with altered voice , said she- " Off , wandering ...
... death - bed she did say , That she should hear the castle - bell Strike twelve upon my wedding day . O mother dear ! that thou wert here ! I would , said Geraldine , she were ! But soon with altered voice , said she- " Off , wandering ...
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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.