The poetical and dramatic works of S.T. Coleridge 3 vols, المجلد 2 |
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... speak only to break The silence of the sea ! 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 ...
... speak only to break The silence of the sea ! 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 ...
الصفحة 7
... speak , no more than if We had been choked with soot . Ah ! well a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross , the Albatross About my neck was hung The ship- mates , in their sore distress , would fain ...
... speak , no more than if We had been choked with soot . Ah ! well a - day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross , the Albatross About my neck was hung The ship- mates , in their sore distress , would fain ...
الصفحة 18
... speak again , Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is the ocean doing ? SECOND VOICE . Still as a slave before his lord , The ocean hath no blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is ...
... speak again , Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is the ocean doing ? SECOND VOICE . Still as a slave before his lord , The ocean hath no blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is ...
الصفحة 29
... speaking , irregular , though it may seem so from its being founded on a new principle : namely , that of count- ing in each line the accents , not the syllables . Though the latter may vary from seven to twelve , yet in each line the ...
... speaking , irregular , though it may seem so from its being founded on a new principle : namely , that of count- ing in each line the accents , not the syllables . Though the latter may vary from seven to twelve , yet in each line the ...
الصفحة 32
... speak for weariness : Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear ! Said Christabel , How camest thou here ? And the lady , whose voice was faint and sweet , Did thus pursue her answer meet : - My sire is of a noble line , And my name is ...
... speak for weariness : Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear ! Said Christabel , How camest thou here ? And the lady , whose voice was faint and sweet , Did thus pursue her answer meet : - My sire is of a noble line , And my name is ...
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Alhadra Alvar arms art thou babe bard Bathory behold beneath Bethlen bless breath brother Cain cavern child Christabel curse dare dark dastard dead dear death didst doth dream earth Emerick Enter Exit face fair faith fancy father fear gentle Geraldine Glycine guilt hast hath hear heard heart Heaven honour hope Hush Illyria innocent Isid Isidore king land of mist Laska light live look Lord Casimir maid moon Moorish Moresco mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er Ordonio pray Raab Kiuprili Ragozzi rock Roland de Vaux round S. T. COLERIDGE Saints shield 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 voice wood youth Zapolya
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الصفحة 18 - Is it he?" quoth one, "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 11 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. " I fear thee, and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand, so brown.
الصفحة 24 - Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I...
الصفحة 12 - And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
الصفحة 14 - But with its sound it shook the sails, That were so thin and sere. 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 15 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the...
الصفحة 13 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
الصفحة 20 - It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 'Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
الصفحة 22 - This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impart—- No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart.
الصفحة 16 - ... 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, 370 That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.