 My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs : I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.  Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems - Página 22de Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 303 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
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...Heaven, That slid into my soul. His appearance is more like a spirit's, his body is worn to nothing. 1 moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light...that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost. The sound of wind from the distance, a black cloud comes up from the horizon. The sails quiver and... | |
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