The Ancient Mariner: And Other PoemsCharles Tilt, Fleet Street ; J. Menzies, Edinburgh ; W. F. Wakeman, Dublin., 1836 - Poetry, Modern - 142 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 10
Page xi
... living writer is yet sub judice ; and if we cannot follow his conceptions , or enter into his feelings , it is more consoling to our pride to consider him as lost beneath , than as soaring above , us . If any man expect from my poems ...
... living writer is yet sub judice ; and if we cannot follow his conceptions , or enter into his feelings , it is more consoling to our pride to consider him as lost beneath , than as soaring above , us . If any man expect from my poems ...
Page 11
... . 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.
... . 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.
Page 12
And Other Poems Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Four times fifty living men 12 , ( And I heard nor sigh nor groan ) With heavy thump , a lifeless lump , They dropped down one by one . The souls did from their bodies fly 13 , - They fled to ...
And Other Poems Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Four times fifty living men 12 , ( And I heard nor sigh nor groan ) With heavy thump , a lifeless lump , They dropped down one by one . The souls did from their bodies fly 13 , - They fled to ...
Page 14
... living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : 8 A spring of love gushed from my heart , And I blessed them unaware : 9 Sure my kind saint took pity on me And I blessed them unaware . The self - same moment I could pray : And ...
... living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : 8 A spring of love gushed from my heart , And I blessed them unaware : 9 Sure my kind saint took pity on me And I blessed them unaware . The self - same moment I could pray : And ...
Page 19
... living life returned , I heard , and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air . " 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 ...
... living life returned , I heard , and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air . " 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 ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
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
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 11 - The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Page 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.
Page 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.