Joseph Interpreting Pharaoh's Dream
Elijah Destroying The Messengers Of Ahaziah
Jacob Tending The Flocks of Laban
The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around.
It ate the food it ne'er had eat.
Man on Ship
The moving Moon went up the sky.
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Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross.
That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me.
So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon.
Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread.
'The game is done! I've won! I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away.
And the rain poured down from one black cloud.
I heard and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air.
Since thou art pitiless, thy weary way
The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone.
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear.
But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?
Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes.
Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold.
Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.
"I moved my lips," the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit
The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she.
And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe.
O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!
Nevermore.
By thy long beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight!
What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there.
About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night.
They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes.
Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink.
Sea fight for a beautiful woman
The secret of the Sphinx.
It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon.
On, through morass and slough, he strives to fly From hateful memories of days gone by.
Transdix'd with awe, he feels his God is nigh
Too late he feels, by look, and deed, and word, How often he has crucified his Lord.
Open here I flung the shutter.
Sorrow for the lost Lenore.
On this home by Horror haunted.
Wandering from the Nightly shore.
ANATKH.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
The end releases other men from strife, His fate is ceaseless toil and deathless life.
Now when fantastic visions fill the air, Sorrow surrenders to a dull despair.
Spell-bound, they gather far and near to scan The weird senescence of that wondrous man.
--Here I opened wide the door
-- Darkness there, and nothing more.
I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech.
Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round.
Vivien and Merlin enter the woods.
In vain they offer wine, with drunken jest
The Judgement Day! He hears the trumpet's blast
Tell me truly, I implore-- Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me, I implore!
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
'Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting.
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore.
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Knights' progress
Secure he stands, and fearless gazes round, Where arrows fall and corpses strew the ground.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy.
On thro' the storm he speeds, 'midst drowning cries, Whilst helpless vessels sink before his eyes.
The knight's carouse.
'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Trees interwined with snakes he walks beneath, Safe thro' dark valleys ripe with hideous death.
Vivien encloses Merlin in the tree.
It is the will of god
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
--A stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he
not a minute stopped or stayed he.
Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'Other friends have flown before-- On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
The massacre of Antoich
The confession after the battle.
A Heroine of the second crusade.
The invocation to Mahomet
The prodigies in the heavens.
The assault on Damietta.
Going to the te deum after the victory.
The butchery of Almodam.
The battle of Lepanto.
Mahomet II. before Constantinople.
The attack on Mosburg
The miracle of the martyrs.
The death of Baldwin I.
The battle of Antioch
The death of Saint Louis.
The arrival of the succors at Corinth.
