The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1838 - 603 pàgines |
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Pàgina 19
... sword SONNET . O WHAT a loud and fearful shriek was there , As though a thousand souls one death - groan pour'd ' ! Ah me ! they view'd beneath a hireling's sword Fallen KOSCIUSKO ! Through the burthen'd air ( Mid which the May - thorn ...
... sword SONNET . O WHAT a loud and fearful shriek was there , As though a thousand souls one death - groan pour'd ' ! Ah me ! they view'd beneath a hireling's sword Fallen KOSCIUSKO ! Through the burthen'd air ( Mid which the May - thorn ...
Pàgina 31
... swords for legers , and desert The student's bower for gold , some fears unnamed I had , my country ! Am I to be blamed ? But , when I think of Thee , and what Thou art , Verily , in the bottom of my heart , Of those unfilial fears I am ...
... swords for legers , and desert The student's bower for gold , some fears unnamed I had , my country ! Am I to be blamed ? But , when I think of Thee , and what Thou art , Verily , in the bottom of my heart , Of those unfilial fears I am ...
Pàgina 90
... sword away , and bade us take his life , It was not worth his keeping . ORDONIO . And you kill'd him ? Oh blood - hounds ! may eternal wrath flame round you ! He was his Maker's Image undefaced ! It seizes me - by Hell , I will go on ...
... sword away , and bade us take his life , It was not worth his keeping . ORDONIO . And you kill'd him ? Oh blood - hounds ! may eternal wrath flame round you ! He was his Maker's Image undefaced ! It seizes me - by Hell , I will go on ...
Pàgina 98
... sword , and turns off f ISIDORE ; then after a pause returns . Our links burn dimly . ISIDORE . [ Then to ORDONIO . A dark tale darkly finish'd ! Nay , my Lord ! Tell what he did . ORDONIO . That which his wisdom prompted- All men seem ...
... sword , and turns off f ISIDORE ; then after a pause returns . Our links burn dimly . ISIDORE . [ Then to ORDONIO . A dark tale darkly finish'd ! Nay , my Lord ! Tell what he did . ORDONIO . That which his wisdom prompted- All men seem ...
Pàgina 99
... sword up that recess oppo- site to which they were standing . ISIDORE hurries into the recess with his torch , ORDONIO follows him ; a loud cry of " Traitor ! Monster ! " is heard from the cavern , and in a moment ORDONIO returns alone ...
... sword up that recess oppo- site to which they were standing . ISIDORE hurries into the recess with his torch , ORDONIO follows him ; a loud cry of " Traitor ! Monster ! " is heard from the cavern , and in a moment ORDONIO returns alone ...
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Pàgina 464 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream...
Pàgina 76 - 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.
Pàgina 78 - 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!
Pàgina 76 - 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.
Pàgina 72 - The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she : Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The Wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. 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...
Pàgina 465 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Pàgina 74 - I fear thee and thy glittering eye. And thy skinny hand so brown." — " Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest! This body dropt not down Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. The many men so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I. I...
Pàgina 48 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy...
Pàgina 76 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Pàgina 78 - I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?" Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. 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.