The Ancient Mariner: And Other PoemsCharles Tilt, Fleet Street ; J. Menzies, Edinburgh ; W. F. Wakeman, Dublin., 1836 - 142 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 49
... tear's ambrosial dew Roll its soft anguish down thy furrow'd cheek ! Not always heaven - breath'd tones of suppliance meek Beseem thee , Mercy ! Yon dark scowler view , Who with proud words of dear - lov'd freedom came- More blasting ...
... tear's ambrosial dew Roll its soft anguish down thy furrow'd cheek ! Not always heaven - breath'd tones of suppliance meek Beseem thee , Mercy ! Yon dark scowler view , Who with proud words of dear - lov'd freedom came- More blasting ...
الصفحة 52
... tears ! Beloved Woman ! did you fly Chill'd Friendship's dark disliking Or Mirth's untimely din ? With cruel weight these trifles press A temper sore with tenderness , When aches the void within . But why with sable wand unblest Should ...
... tears ! Beloved Woman ! did you fly Chill'd Friendship's dark disliking Or Mirth's untimely din ? With cruel weight these trifles press A temper sore with tenderness , When aches the void within . But why with sable wand unblest Should ...
الصفحة 54
... tears , that swell The open'd rose ! From heav'n they fell , And with the sun - beam blend ; Blest visitations from above : Such are the tender woes of love Fost'ring the heart they bend ! i When stormy midnight howling round Beats on ...
... tears , that swell The open'd rose ! From heav'n they fell , And with the sun - beam blend ; Blest visitations from above : Such are the tender woes of love Fost'ring the heart they bend ! i When stormy midnight howling round Beats on ...
الصفحة 55
... tears that tremble down your cheek , Shall bathe my kisses chaste and meek In Pity's dew divine ; And from your heart the sighs that steal Shall make your rising bosom feel The answ'ring swell of mine ! How oft , my love ! with shapings ...
... tears that tremble down your cheek , Shall bathe my kisses chaste and meek In Pity's dew divine ; And from your heart the sighs that steal Shall make your rising bosom feel The answ'ring swell of mine ! How oft , my love ! with shapings ...
الصفحة 60
... tear More gentle starts , to hear the beldame tell Of pretty babes , that lov'd each other dear , Murder'd by cruel uncle's mandate fell : Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart , Ev'n so thou , Siddons , meltest my sad heart ...
... tear More gentle starts , to hear the beldame tell Of pretty babes , that lov'd each other dear , Murder'd by cruel uncle's mandate fell : Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart , Ev'n so thou , Siddons , meltest my sad heart ...
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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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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.