The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1838 - 603 páginas |
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... wind sprung up Water , water , everywhere , behind ; The Albatross did follow , eth the ship as it And every day , for food or play , Came to the mariner's hollo ! returned north- ward through fog and floating ice . The ancient Mari ...
... wind sprung up Water , water , everywhere , behind ; The Albatross did follow , eth the ship as it And every day , for food or play , Came to the mariner's hollo ! returned north- ward through fog and floating ice . The ancient Mari ...
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... wind : It did not come anear ; He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights But with its sound it shook the sails , and commotions That were so thin and sere . The upper air burst into life ! The moving Moon went up the sky , And a ...
... wind : It did not come anear ; He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights But with its sound it shook the sails , and commotions That were so thin and sere . The upper air burst into life ! The moving Moon went up the sky , And a ...
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... wind ? SECOND VOICE . The air is cut away before , And closes from behind . Fly , brother , fly ! more high , more high ! Or we shall be belated : For slow and slow that ship will go , When the Mariner's trance is abated . I woke , and ...
... wind ? SECOND VOICE . The air is cut away before , And closes from behind . Fly , brother , fly ! more high , more high ! Or we shall be belated : For slow and slow that ship will go , When the Mariner's trance is abated . I woke , and ...
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... wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek- There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf , the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can ...
... wind that moaneth bleak ? There is not wind enough in the air To move away the ringlet curl From the lovely lady's cheek- There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf , the last of its clan , That dances as often as dance it can ...
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... wind doth chase the flag upon the tower , Fast sweep the clouds , the sickle of the moon , Struggling , darts snatches of uncertain light . No form of star is visible ! That one COUNTESS . Thou speakest Of Piccolomini . What was his ...
... wind doth chase the flag upon the tower , Fast sweep the clouds , the sickle of the moon , Struggling , darts snatches of uncertain light . No form of star is visible ! That one COUNTESS . Thou speakest Of Piccolomini . What was his ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ALHADRA ALVAR arms art thou BEATRICE beneath BETHLEN BILLAUD VARENNES blood breath bright BUTLER calm CASIMIR child clouds COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dare dark dead dear death deed deep DEMOGORGON DEVEREUX didst doth dream DUCHESS Duke earth Egra EMERICK Emperor Enter evil eyes faith fancy father fear feel gaze gentle GLYCINE GORDON hand hath hear heard heart Heaven honor hope hour human ILLO Illyria ISIDORE ISOLANI lady LASKA light live look Lord LUCRETIA moon mother murder ne'er NEUBRUNN never night o'er OCTAVIO OLD BATHORY ORDONIO PANTHEA pause Piccolomini QUESTENBERG RAAB KIUPRILI Robespierre round SAROLTA SCENE seem'd SEMICHORUS silent sleep smile soul speak spirit stand stars strange sweet sword TALLIEN tears tell TERESA TERTSKY thee THEKLA thine things thou art thou hast thought throne traitor truth Twas tyrant VALDEZ voice WALLENSTEIN wild wind words WRANGEL ZAPOLYA
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Página 464 - 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 76 - 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 78 - 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 76 - 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 72 - 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 465 - 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 74 - 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 48 - 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 76 - 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 78 - 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.