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... almost I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Mariner is refreshed with rain . He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights " And soon the Ancient Mariner . 31.
... almost I thought that I had died in sleep , And was a blessed ghost . By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Mariner is refreshed with rain . He heareth sounds and seeth strange sights " And soon the Ancient Mariner . 31.
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... holy rood ! A man all light , a seraph - man , On every corse there stood . " This seraph - band , each waved his hand , It was a heavenly sight ! They stood as signals to the land , Each one a lovely light ; " This seraph - band , each ...
... holy rood ! A man all light , a seraph - man , On every corse there stood . " This seraph - band , each waved his hand , It was a heavenly sight ! They stood as signals to the land , Each one a lovely light ; " This seraph - band , each ...
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... ship , The boat spun round and round ; HRAPPAL " I moved my lips - the Pilot shrieked And. And all was still , save that the hill Was telling of the sound . The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And prayed where. 46 The Rime of.
... ship , The boat spun round and round ; HRAPPAL " I moved my lips - the Pilot shrieked And. And all was still , save that the hill Was telling of the sound . The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And prayed where. 46 The Rime of.
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... " I moved my lips - the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; " I took the oars : the Pilot's boy ,. The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And prayed where he did sit . But in the garden - bower the bride And bride. the Ancient Mariner . 47.
... " I moved my lips - the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; " I took the oars : the Pilot's boy ,. The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And prayed where he did sit . But in the garden - bower the bride And bride. the Ancient Mariner . 47.
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... holy man ! ' The Hermit crossed his brow . riner earnestly entreateth the Hermit to shrieve Say quick , ' quoth he , ' I bid thee say— him ; and the penance of life falls on him : And ever and anon throughout his future life an agony ...
... holy man ! ' The Hermit crossed his brow . riner earnestly entreateth the Hermit to shrieve Say quick , ' quoth he , ' I bid thee say— him ; and the penance of life falls on him : And ever and anon throughout his future life an agony ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner assuefacta hodiernæ vitæ bassoon beat his breast bird to slay black lips blessed them unaware blew boat breeze to blow Bridegroom's doors bright-eyed Mariner choose but hear corse countree crew crimina et singulorum cross-bow curse dead detain-"By thy long distinguamus.T dropt DUNCAN E. H. WEHNERT fear thee food or play glittering eye goes continueth Guest heareth Guest is spell heard heart helmsman Hermit HHARRAL SC hollo killed the bird kirk land of mist lighthouse looked loud loveth Mariner hath merry minstrelsy minutiis se contrahat mist and snow Moon never a breeze night Nodding their heads ocean penance Pilot's boy pray prayeth Quæ loca habitant quoth reached the Line riner sere shadow ship moved shipmates shone bright shrieve soul sound spirit stoppeth strange tanquam in tabulâ thou Wedding-Guest thy skinny hand Twas vesper weary Wedding Wedding-Guest he beat wind
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Page 44 - 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 32 - 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.
Page 19 - We listened and looked sideways up! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip) — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip.
Page 15 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist.
Page 19 - The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white, From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned moon, with one bright star Within the nether tip. One after one, by the star-dogged moon, 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 (And I heard nor sigh nor groan), With heavy thump a lifeless lump, They dropped down one by one. The souls did from...
Page 11 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Page 13 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Page 9 - The sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariner's hollo ! And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 28 - 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 30 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the skylark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! "And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute.