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ancient Mariner arms bard beautiful beneath bird breast breath breeze bright child Christabel close cloud Coleridge dark dead dear death deep dream earth face fair Faith fear feel friends gazed gentle Geraldine green groan hand hath head hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope hour kind lady land leave light listen live look Lord loud maid mind Moon mother moved Nature never night o'er once pain passed poem poet poetry poor pray rest rose round sails seems sense shadow ship sight silent sing Sir Leoline sleep song soul sound spirit stars strange sweet tears tell thee things thou thought tree turned voice wide wild wind wing wood Wordsworth young youth
Page 118 - 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 106 - 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 60 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean : And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Page 107 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 70 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken — The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!
Page 216 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Page 101 - Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!
Page 78 - Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the moon. ' Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. ' Water, water everywhere, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.