The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge, Volume 2W. Pickering, 1835 - 331 páginas |
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Página 101
... little child clasped a finger of the hand which had murdered the righteous Abel , and he guided his father . " The fir branches drip upon thee , my son . " " Yea , pleas- · antly , father , for I ran fast and THE WANDERINGS OF CAIN . 101.
... little child clasped a finger of the hand which had murdered the righteous Abel , and he guided his father . " The fir branches drip upon thee , my son . " " Yea , pleas- · antly , father , for I ran fast and THE WANDERINGS OF CAIN . 101.
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... murderer have the power to dictate A binding oath- Alv . My long captivity Left me no choice : the very wish too languished With the fond hope that nursed it ; the sick babe Drooped at the bosom of its famished mother . But ( more than ...
... murderer have the power to dictate A binding oath- Alv . My long captivity Left me no choice : the very wish too languished With the fond hope that nursed it ; the sick babe Drooped at the bosom of its famished mother . But ( more than ...
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... murder . Alh . You are lost in thought : hear him no more , sweet lady ! Ter . From morn to night I am myself a dreamer , And slight things bring on me the idle mood ! Well , sir , what happened then ? Alv . On a rude rock , A rock ...
... murder . Alh . You are lost in thought : hear him no more , sweet lady ! Ter . From morn to night I am myself a dreamer , And slight things bring on me the idle mood ! Well , sir , what happened then ? Alv . On a rude rock , A rock ...
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... murder me , might well cheat her ? But ere she married him , he had stained her honour ; Ah ! there I am hampered . What if this were a lie Framed by the assassin ? Who should tell it him , If it were truth ? Ordonio would not tell him ...
... murder me , might well cheat her ? But ere she married him , he had stained her honour ; Ah ! there I am hampered . What if this were a lie Framed by the assassin ? Who should tell it him , If it were truth ? Ordonio would not tell him ...
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... murderer hold ? Alv . O faithful Zulimez ! That my return involved Ordonio's death , I trust would give me an unmingled pang , Yet bearable : -but when I see my father Strewing his scant gray hairs , e'en on the ground , Which soon must ...
... murderer hold ? Alv . O faithful Zulimez ! That my return involved Ordonio's death , I trust would give me an unmingled pang , Yet bearable : -but when I see my father Strewing his scant gray hairs , e'en on the ground , Which soon must ...
Outras edições - Ver tudo
The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: With a Memoir, Volume 2 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualização integral - 1871 |
The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge. [Edited by Henry N. Coleridge.], Volume 2 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualização integral - 1836 |
“The” Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge, Volume 2 Samuel Taylor Coleridge Visualização integral - 1834 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alhadra Alvar babe Bathory beneath Bethlen bless blood brave breath brother Cain cavern child Christabel curse dare dark dastard dead dear death didst doth dream e'en earth Emerick Enter Exit face fair faith fancy father fear gentle Geraldine Glycine guilt hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope Hush Illyria innocent Isid Isidore king lady Laska light live look Lord Casimir Lord Julian loud maid moon Moorish Moresco mother murder Nether Stowey night o'er Ordonio pray Raab Kiuprili Ragozzi Robesp Robespierre Roland de Vaux round S. T. COLERIDGE Sarolta sate Sir Leoline sleep smile soul spake speak spirit St-Just stood strange sweet sword tale Tallien tears tell Teresa thee thine thou art thought traitor Twas tyrant Valdez voice wood Zapolya
Passagens conhecidas
Página 44 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 4 - We hailed it in God's name. It ate the food it ne'er had eat, And round and round it flew. The ice did split with a thunder-fit; The helmsman steered us through! And a good south wind sprung up behind; The Albatross did follow, And every day, for food or play, Came to the mariners
Página 3 - 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 16 - 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 11 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. " I fear thee, and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand, so brown.
Página 26 - 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 10 - 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.
Página 12 - 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.
Página 5 - 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 mariners...
Página 7 - 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, 1 beheld a something in the sky.