Category: Poetry
"With sloping masts and dipping prow, 45 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. 50
"This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. 515 How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree.
5. Chapter 5"O sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from heaven, 295 That slid into my soul.
6. Chapter 6"Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend 450 Doth cl...
3. Chapter 3"There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! 145 How glazed each weary eye, When, looking westward, I beheld A something...
1. Chapter 1"With sloping masts and dipping prow, 45 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 b...
4. Chapter 4"I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky,[37] 250 Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead w...
2. Chapter 2"And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe; For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. 'Ah wretch!' said they, 'the bird to slay, 95 Th...