The Ancient Mariner: And Other PoemsCharles Tilt, Fleet Street ; J. Menzies, Edinburgh ; W. F. Wakeman, Dublin., 1836 - 142 من الصفحات |
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Ancient Mariner anguish Author beauty beneath bird blast blessed blood breast breath breeze bright clouds cold dance dark dead dear Death deep dream earth evil fair fear feelings flower gale gaze gleam green groan hand hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy hope hour land light LINES lonely look Lord loud meek mild mind mist moon moved muse nature never night NOTES o'er ocean pass Peace Poems rest rise rock rose round sails shapes ship sigh sight silent sleep smile soft song SONNET soothes sorrows soul sound spirit star stood strange stream sublime sweet swell tear thee things thou thought thro throne vale voice waters wave weep wide wild wind wing young
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 11 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | The Ancient Mariner: And Other Poems Tilt's miniature classical library |
| المؤلف | Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| المساهمون | Charles Tilt, Bradbury & Evans |
| الناشر | Charles Tilt, Fleet Street ; J. Menzies, Edinburgh ; W. F. Wakeman, Dublin., 1836 |
| أصلي من | جامعة أوكسفورد |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 30 تشرين الثاني (نوفمبر) 2006 |
| عدد الصفحات | 142 من الصفحات |
| تصدير الاقتباس | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |