The Ancient Mariner: And Other PoemsCharles Tilt, Fleet Street ; J. Menzies, Edinburgh ; W. F. Wakeman, Dublin., 1836 - 142 páginas |
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... Within the nether tip . One after one , by the star - dogged moon 11 , Too quick for groan or sigh , Each turned his face with a ghastly pang , And cursed me with his eye . Four times fifty living men 12 , ( And I THE ANCIENT MARINER . 11.
... Within the nether tip . One after one , by the star - dogged moon 11 , Too quick for groan or sigh , Each turned his face with a ghastly pang , And cursed me with his eye . Four times fifty living men 12 , ( And I THE ANCIENT MARINER . 11.
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... groan ) With heavy thump , a lifeless lump , They dropped down one by one . The souls did from their bodies fly 13 , - They fled to bliss or woe ! And every soul , it passed me by , Like the whizz of my cross - bow ! " PART IV . " I ...
... groan ) With heavy thump , a lifeless lump , They dropped down one by one . The souls did from their bodies fly 13 , - They fled to bliss or woe ! And every soul , it passed me by , Like the whizz of my cross - bow ! " PART IV . " I ...
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... groan . They groaned , they stirred , they all uprose , Nor spake , nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange , even in a dream , To have seen these dead men rise . The helmsman steered , the ship moved on , Yet never a breeze upblew ...
... groan . They groaned , they stirred , they all uprose , Nor spake , nor moved their eyes ; It had been strange , even in a dream , To have seen these dead men rise . The helmsman steered , the ship moved on , Yet never a breeze upblew ...
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... Groans not her chariot o'er its onward way ? " Fly , mailed monarch , fly ! Stunn'd by death's " twice mortal " mace , No more on Murder's lurid face Th ' insatiate hag shall gloat with drunken eye ! Manes of th ' unnumber'd slain ! Ye ...
... Groans not her chariot o'er its onward way ? " Fly , mailed monarch , fly ! Stunn'd by death's " twice mortal " mace , No more on Murder's lurid face Th ' insatiate hag shall gloat with drunken eye ! Manes of th ' unnumber'd slain ! Ye ...
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... groan Gav'st reck'ning of thy hours ! Silence ensued ! Deep silence o'er th ' ethereal multitude , Whose wreathed locks with snow - white glories shone . Then , his eye wild ardours glancing , From the choired gods advancing , The ...
... groan Gav'st reck'ning of thy hours ! Silence ensued ! Deep silence o'er th ' ethereal multitude , Whose wreathed locks with snow - white glories shone . Then , his eye wild ardours glancing , From the choired gods advancing , The ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 11 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Página 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.
Página 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.