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Albania Ancient Mariner apology August 20 ballad Belgian land Belgium bodies lay brain breath Cain captain swears Coleridge Copy the Model crimson curse dead they left dead who died death did'st died to set disappear And fall doom dread Dream of Eugene dumb blind mouth Eugene Aram eyes fall from thee fiends foul frightful Gaul gear shall disappear ghastly dream Grand Fleet Greek mythology hacked our bloody hell Hood horrid horror Iron Crown Ithuriel John Mellor Junkers killed king leonine lines lethal weapons Life-in-Death living Look Louvain Lucia's Thorn Lusitania lust Lyrical Ballads millions murder night o'er oak tree stood Paradise Lost picture pistol flares Pittsburgh pleasure poem Preface RHYME ruthless sack Sargasso Sea scenes Serbia sinks the nurse soul STANZA CVI STANZA LXXIV STANZA XLV syllables tale terrible thou shalt Thy regal gear Tisiphone tread tree stood deep unto wood Where lovers WOODMAN'S DREAM wrecks
Page 10 - Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor?
Page 104 - 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 a curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
Page 11 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER I REMEMBER, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon, Nor brought too long a day, But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away! I remember, I remember, The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light!
Page 11 - One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave, Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave.
Page 14 - I know, for truth, Their pangs must be extreme, Woe, woe, unutterable woe, Who spill life's sacred stream! For why? methought, last night, I wrought A murder, in a dream! 'One that had never done me wrong A feeble man, and old; I led him to a lonely field, The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!
Page 106 - And the angel answering, said unto him, I am Gabriel, that stand in the presence of God ; and am sent to speak unto thee, and to shew thee these glad tidings.
Page 107 - Father!" at length he murmured low, and wept like childhood then; Talk not of grief till thou hast seen the tears of warlike men! He thought on all his glorious hopes, and all his young renown ; He flung the falchion from his side, and in the dust sat down.
Page 12 - On the other hand, notes and prefaces are sometimes a convenient method of adding to the weight of a book, and of magnifying, in appearance at least, the importance of a work; as a matter of tactics this is not dissimilar to that of the general who, to make his battle-front more imposing, puts everything, even his baggage-trains, in the line.
Page 17 - The Rime of the Ancyent Marinere was professedly written in imitation of the style, as well as of the spirit of the elder poets; but with a few exceptions, the Author believes that the language adopted in it has been equally intelligible for these three last centuries.