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Coleridge At its ncarer With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , approach it seemeth him We could nor laugh nor wail ; to be a ship ; and at a dear Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! ransom he I bit my arm , I sucked the ...
Coleridge At its ncarer With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , approach it seemeth him We could nor laugh nor wail ; to be a ship ; and at a dear Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! ransom he I bit my arm , I sucked the ...
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Coleridge The lonesome Spirit from the south - pole carries on the ship as far as the Line , in obedience to the angelic troop , but still requireth vengeance . Till noon we quietly sailed on , Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly ...
Coleridge The lonesome Spirit from the south - pole carries on the ship as far as the Line , in obedience to the angelic troop , but still requireth vengeance . Till noon we quietly sailed on , Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly ...
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PART VII eve - Approacheth the ship with wonder . Coleridge ' 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 .
PART VII eve - Approacheth the ship with wonder . Coleridge ' 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 .
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Contents
I | 1 |
John SKBLTON c 14601529 | 12 |
SIR PHILIP SIDNEY 15541586 | 56 |
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The Penguin Book of Narrative Verse Part 49 of The Penguin poets |
| Editor | David Herbert |
| Publisher | Middlesex, 1960 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 27 Feb 2005 |
| Length | 462 pages |
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