The Ancient Mariner: And Other PoemsCharles Tilt, Fleet Street ; J. Menzies, Edinburgh ; W. F. Wakeman, Dublin., 1836 - Poetry, Modern - 142 pages |
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... spirit that plagued so ; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow . And every tongue , through utter drought , Was withered at the root ; We could not speak , no more than if We had been choked with soot . Ah ...
... spirit that plagued so ; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow . And every tongue , through utter drought , Was withered at the root ; We could not speak , no more than if We had been choked with soot . Ah ...
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... spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! 5 Seven days , seven nights , I saw that curse , And yet I could not die . The moving moon went up the sky " , And THE ANCIENT MARINER . 13.
... spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! 5 Seven days , seven nights , I saw that curse , And yet I could not die . The moving moon went up the sky " , And THE ANCIENT MARINER . 13.
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... spirits blest : For when it dawned - they dropped their arms , And clustered round the mast ; Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . Around , around , flew each sweet sound Then darted to the sun ...
... spirits blest : For when it dawned - they dropped their arms , And clustered round the mast ; Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . Around , around , flew each sweet sound Then darted to the sun ...
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... spirit slid ; and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , And the ship stood still also . The sun , right up above the mast , Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she ' gan stir , With a ...
... spirit slid ; and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , And the ship stood still also . The sun , right up above the mast , Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she ' gan stir , With a ...
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... 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 . " The other was a softer voice , As soft as honey - dew : Quoth he , " The man hath penance done , And ...
... 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 . " The other was a softer voice , As soft as honey - dew : Quoth he , " The man hath penance done , And ...
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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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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.