The poetical works of Samuel T. ColeridgeWard, Lock & Company, 1882 - 424 pages |
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... He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and commotions in the sky and the ele- ment . The bodies of the ship's crew are inspired , and the ship moves on But not by the souls of the men , not THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER .
... He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights and commotions in the sky and the ele- ment . The bodies of the ship's crew are inspired , and the ship moves on But not by the souls of the men , not THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER .
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... strange , even in a dream , To have seen those dead men rise . The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they were wont to do ; They raised their limbs like ...
... strange , even in a dream , To have seen those dead men rise . The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they were wont to do ; They raised their limbs like ...
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... strange , I trow ! Where are those lights so many and fair , That signal made but now ? ' ' Strange , by my faith ! ' the Hermit said- ' And they answered not our cheer ! The planks looked warped ! and see those sails , How thin they ...
... strange , I trow ! Where are those lights so many and fair , That signal made but now ? ' ' Strange , by my faith ! ' the Hermit said- ' And they answered not our cheer ! The planks looked warped ! and see those sails , How thin they ...
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... strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see , land , I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach . What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The wedding - guests are there : But in the garden - bower the bride ...
... strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see , land , I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach . What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The wedding - guests are there : But in the garden - bower the bride ...
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... strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : - Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness : Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear ! Said Christabel , How camest thou here ? And the lady ...
... strange made answer meet , And her voice was faint and sweet : - Have pity on my sore distress , I scarce can speak for weariness : Stretch forth thy hand , and have no fear ! Said Christabel , How camest thou here ? And the lady ...
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Page 176 - 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 ! Farewell, farewell!
Page 16 - O Wedding-Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea: So lonely 'twas, that God Himself Scarce seemed there to be.
Page 172 - But tell me, tell me! 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 cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 4 - 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 his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Page 168 - 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.
Page 15 - Strange, by my faith!' the Hermit said— 'And they answered not our cheer! The planks look warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.
Page 118 - Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth ! Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills, Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven, Great hierarch ! tell thou the silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.
Page 13 - Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 10 - 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 ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Page 9 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.