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... dear ransom he freeth his speech from With throats unsiaked , with black lips baked , the bonds of Agape they heard me call : Gramercy ! they for joy did grin , And all at once their breath drew in , As they were drinking all . See ...
... dear ransom he freeth his speech from With throats unsiaked , with black lips baked , the bonds of Agape they heard me call : Gramercy ! they for joy did grin , And all at once their breath drew in , As they were drinking all . See ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look-- ( The Pilot made reply ) I am a - feared ' -'Push on , push on ! ' Said the Hermit cheerily . The boat came closer to the ship , But I nor spake nor stirred ; The boat came close beneath the ship ...
... Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look-- ( The Pilot made reply ) I am a - feared ' -'Push on , push on ! ' Said the Hermit cheerily . The boat came closer to the ship , But I nor spake nor stirred ; The boat came close beneath the ship ...
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... dear God who loveth us , He made and loveth all . " The Mariner , whose eye is bright , Whose beard with age is hoar , Is gone and now the Wedding - Guest Turned from the bridegroom's door . He went like one that hath been stunned , And ...
... dear God who loveth us , He made and loveth all . " The Mariner , whose eye is bright , Whose beard with age is hoar , Is gone and now the Wedding - Guest Turned from the bridegroom's door . He went like one that hath been stunned , And ...
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... dear ! that thou wert here ! I would , said Geraldine , she were ! But soon with altered voice , said she- ' Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! I have power to bid thee flee . " 66 Alas ! what ails poor Geraldine ? Why stares she ...
... dear ! that thou wert here ! I would , said Geraldine , she were ! But soon with altered voice , said she- ' Off , wandering mother ! Peak and pine ! I have power to bid thee flee . " 66 Alas ! what ails poor Geraldine ? Why stares she ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alvar arms beneath BILLAUD VARENNES blood brother BUTLER Christabel cloth gilt cloud Coleridge Coleridge's Coloured Illustrations Coun COUNTESS Cuirassiers curse dark dead dear death doth dream Duch Duke earth Edition Egra Emperor Engravings fair faithful father Fcap fear feelings French morocco Friedland gaze gentle gilt edges GUSTAVE DORÉ hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy honour hope Illo Isid ISOLANI lady light live look Lord maid MARADAS moon mother murder ne'er Nether Stowey never night o'er OCTAVIO once ORDONIO pause Piccolomini poem POETICAL Prague QUESTENBERG Robespierre round Salisbury Square SCENE silent sleep song soul spirit stand stars Swedes sweet TALLIEN tears tell TERESA TERTSKY thee Thek THEKLA thine thing THOMAS HOOD thou hast thought thyself traitor Twas Valdez voice WALLENSTEIN wild words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 89 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man, Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round: And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree; And here were forests ancient as the hills Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Seite 2 - 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 his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Seite 10 - ... 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. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath.
Seite 16 - 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.
Seite 10 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Seite 4 - 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.
Seite 14 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless, and flat, And, by the 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 waved his hand, No voice did they impart — No voice; but oh! the silence sank Like music on my heart.
Seite 116 - Who sank thy sunless pillars deep in earth? Who filled thy countenance with rosy light? Who made thee parent of perpetual streams?
Seite 15 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Seite 93 - All impulses of soul and sense had thrilled my guileless Genevieve; The music, and the doleful tale, the rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, an undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, subdued and cherished long.