The ancient mariner und Christabel, المجلد 26W. Braumüller, 1907 - 133 من الصفحات |
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Albatross Amyntas Ancient Mariner Andrew Marvell Appleton-House Asotus Ausdruck Ballade Barry Lyndon beiden Bild Biogr bloß Brandl Carinus Christ Christabel Cromwell Damon dead Death deutschen Dialog Dichter Dichtung Dryden Einfluß England englischen Enjambement ersten erwähnt eyes fair Fairfax fear finden findet first Flecknoe freilich Friedrich Gedicht Geraldine gewiß Goethe good great Grosart großen hath heißt Hofe Holland Horaz Jahre jambischen jetzt Jonson Karl Komödie König lady läßt lateinische Leigh Hunt Leoline lichen little London Lord love made make Marvell Metrum Milton Moon muß Namen natürlich never night Paradise Lost Personen Plautus Plutus Poems Poets politischen pray Pumpernickel Puritaner Randolph Reim Satire Schäferdichtung schließt Schluß Septenar ship Songs soul Spenser spricht Stelle Strophen sweet taktige Taktumstellung Thackeray thee Thomas Randolphs thou trochäische unseres Vehse Verse viel Vierheber Viertakter voice Werke wieder wohl Works Worte Zeilen zwei zweiten
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الصفحة 70 - 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.
الصفحة 46 - 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 hollo!
الصفحة 49 - 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
الصفحة 65 - 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.
الصفحة 72 - We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway. The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The...
الصفحة 63 - 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.
الصفحة 77 - How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The skiff-boat neared: I heard them talk,' "Why, this is strange, I trow! Where are those lights so many and fair, That signal made but now?
الصفحة 55 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
الصفحة 79 - 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.
الصفحة 51 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.