The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One VolumeThomas Cowperthwait & Company, 1838 - 603 pages |
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... GLYCINE GLYCINE . WELL , then ! our round of charity is finish'd . Rest , Madam ! You breathe quick . SAROLTA . What ! tired , Glycine ? No delicate court dame , but a mountaineer By choice no less than birth , I gladly use The good ...
... GLYCINE GLYCINE . WELL , then ! our round of charity is finish'd . Rest , Madam ! You breathe quick . SAROLTA . What ! tired , Glycine ? No delicate court dame , but a mountaineer By choice no less than birth , I gladly use The good ...
Page 113
... Glycine ! [ Then to BATHORY . Speak. SAROLTA . Thou hast hit my thought ! All the long day , from yester - morn to evening , The restless hope flutter'd about my heart . Oh , we are querulous creatures ! Little less Than all things can ...
... Glycine ! [ Then to BATHORY . Speak. SAROLTA . Thou hast hit my thought ! All the long day , from yester - morn to evening , The restless hope flutter'd about my heart . Oh , we are querulous creatures ! Little less Than all things can ...
Page 114
... GLYCINE . My lady ! pray believe him ! Yes ! good old man ! SAROLTA . Be silent , I command you . OLD BATHORY . My tale is brief . During our festive dance , Your servants , the accusers of my son , Offer'd gross insults , in unmanly ...
... GLYCINE . My lady ! pray believe him ! Yes ! good old man ! SAROLTA . Be silent , I command you . OLD BATHORY . My tale is brief . During our festive dance , Your servants , the accusers of my son , Offer'd gross insults , in unmanly ...
Page 115
... GLYCINE . Tingle already ! [ Makes threatening signs . GLYCINE ( aside ) . My own conscience , For having fed my jealousy and envy With a plot , made out of other men's revenges , Against a brave and innocent young man's life ! Yet ...
... GLYCINE . Tingle already ! [ Makes threatening signs . GLYCINE ( aside ) . My own conscience , For having fed my jealousy and envy With a plot , made out of other men's revenges , Against a brave and innocent young man's life ! Yet ...
Page 116
... GLYCINE . Ah , often have I wish'd you were a king . You would protect the helpless everywhere , As you did us . And I , too , should not then Grieve for you , Bethlen , as I do ; nor have SAROLTA . King ! Come , Be yourself , girl ...
... GLYCINE . Ah , often have I wish'd you were a king . You would protect the helpless everywhere , As you did us . And I , too , should not then Grieve for you , Bethlen , as I do ; nor have SAROLTA . King ! Come , Be yourself , girl ...
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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.