Posts tagged with "poetry"
Sunday, 7. September 2008, 04:01:45
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
Stunned by that loud and dreadful sound,
Which sky and ocean smote,
Like one that hath been seven days drowned
My body lay afloat ;
But swift as dreams, myself I found
Within the Pilot's boat.
Saturday, 6. September 2008, 02:05:02
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
Under the water it rumbled on,
Still louder and more dread :
It reached the ship, it split the bay ;
The ship went down like lead.
Friday, 5. September 2008, 02:16:05
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
The boat came closer to the ship,
But I nor spake nor stirred ;
The boat came close beneath the ship,
And straight a sound was heard.
Thursday, 4. September 2008, 11:50:36
Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, poetry
`Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look--
(The Pilot made reply)
I am a-feared'--`Push on, push on !'
Said the Hermit cheerily.
Wednesday, 3. September 2008, 02:09:09
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
My forest-brook along ;
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
And the owlet whoops to the wolf below,
That eats the she-wolf's young.'
Tuesday, 2. September 2008, 02:20:15
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
`Strange, by my faith !' the Hermit said--
`And they answered not our cheer !
The planks looked warped ! and see those sails,
How thin they are and sere !
I never saw aught like to them,
Unless perchance it were
Monday, 1. September 2008, 03:55:00
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
The skiff-boat neared : I heard them talk,
`Why, this is strange, I trow !
Where are those lights so many and fair,
That signal made but now ?'
Sunday, 31. August 2008, 02:41:05
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve--
He hath a cushion plump :
It is the moss that wholly hides
The rotted old oak-stump.
Saturday, 30. August 2008, 03:28:29
Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, poetry
This Hermit good lives in that wood
Which slopes down to the sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears !
He loves to talk with marineres
That come from a far countree.
Friday, 29. August 2008, 02:38:26
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
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 Albatross's blood.
Thursday, 28. August 2008, 02:52:44
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
The Pilot and the Pilot's boy,
I heard them coming fast :
Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.
Wednesday, 27. August 2008, 03:04:14
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the Pilot's cheer ;
My head was turned perforce away
And I saw a boat appear.
Tuesday, 26. August 2008, 01:45:05
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank
Like music on my heart.
Monday, 25. August 2008, 02:14:47
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
This seraph-band, each waved his hand :
It was a heavenly sight !
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light ;
Sunday, 24. August 2008, 03:46:25
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat,
And, by the holy rood !
A man all light, a seraph-man,
On every corse there stood.
Saturday, 23. August 2008, 14:50:26
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
A little distance from the prow
Those crimson shadows were :
I turned my eyes upon the deck--
Oh, Christ ! what saw I there !
Friday, 22. August 2008, 01:44:32
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, poetry, Coleridge
And the bay was white with silent light,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
In crimson colours came.
Thursday, 21. August 2008, 02:25:17
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
The rock shone bright, the kirk no less,
That stands above the rock :
The moonlight steeped in silentness
The steady weathercock.
Wednesday, 20. August 2008, 02:13:24
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So smoothly it was strewn !
And on the bay the moonlight lay,
And the shadow of the Moon.
Monday, 18. August 2008, 22:16:38
poetry, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Coleridge
We drifted o'er the harbour-bar,
And I with sobs did pray--
O let me be awake, my God !
Or let me sleep alway.
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