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No ! of necessity be indescribable to the human under- But the calumniators of
Milton dare say ( for what standing in our present state . But I can neither find will
calumny not dare say that he had LAUD and nor believe , that it ever occurred to
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No ! of necessity be indescribable to the human under- But the calumniators of
Milton dare say ( for what standing in our present state . But I can neither find will
calumny not dare say that he had LAUD and nor believe , that it ever occurred to
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Few dare to stand between their grave and me . LUCRETIA . Nay , there is
reason in your plea ; ' t were hard . Look not so dreadfully ! By my salvation I
knew not aught that Beatrice design'd ; Nor do I think she design'd any thing " Tis
hard for ...
Few dare to stand between their grave and me . LUCRETIA . Nay , there is
reason in your plea ; ' t were hard . Look not so dreadfully ! By my salvation I
knew not aught that Beatrice design'd ; Nor do I think she design'd any thing " Tis
hard for ...
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And , Marzio , because thou wast only awed We dare not kill an old and sleeping
man ; By that which made me tremble , wear thou this ! His thin gray hair , his
stern and reverent brow , [ Clothes him in a rich mantie His veined hands cross'd
on ...
And , Marzio , because thou wast only awed We dare not kill an old and sleeping
man ; By that which made me tremble , wear thou this ! His thin gray hair , his
stern and reverent brow , [ Clothes him in a rich mantie His veined hands cross'd
on ...
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I dare not , lady . I pray that you prepare yourselves for Rome : There is a deed
demanding question done ; There the Pope's further pleasure will be known
Thou hast a secret which will answer not . LUCRETIA . BEATRICE . O , not to
Rome !
I dare not , lady . I pray that you prepare yourselves for Rome : There is a deed
demanding question done ; There the Pope's further pleasure will be known
Thou hast a secret which will answer not . LUCRETIA . BEATRICE . O , not to
Rome !
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But never bow'd our snowy crest I dare not speak like lise , lest Heaven's fell King
As at the voice of thine unrest . Should hear , and link me to some wheel of pain
More torturing than the one whereon I roll . SECOND VOICE . Subtle thou art ...
But never bow'd our snowy crest I dare not speak like lise , lest Heaven's fell King
As at the voice of thine unrest . Should hear , and link me to some wheel of pain
More torturing than the one whereon I roll . SECOND VOICE . Subtle thou art ...
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Términos y frases comunes
arms beautiful beneath blood breath bright BUTLER calm child clouds cold comes COUNTESS dare dark dead dear death deep dream earth Enter eyes fair faith fall father fear feel fire flowers follow gentle give green hand hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour human lady leaves light lips live look Lord mind moon morning mother mountains move nature never night o'er OCTAVIO once pain pale pass past peace rest round SCENE shadow shape silent sleep smile soft soon soul sound speak spirit stand stars stood strange stream sweet tears tell TERTSKY thee thine things thou thought truth voice WALLENSTEIN wandering waves wide wild wind wings young youth
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Página 462 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream...
Página 74 - 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.
Página 76 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Página 74 - 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.
Página 70 - The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she : Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The Wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends...
Página 463 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Página 72 - I fear thee and thy glittering eye. And thy skinny hand so brown." — " Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest! This body dropt not down Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. The many men so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I. I...
Página 46 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy...
Página 74 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Página 76 - I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?" Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. 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.
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| Título | The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume |
| Autor | Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
| Editor | Thomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1838 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 5 Oct. 2006 |
| Largo | 603 páginas |
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