Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 sider |
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... living Bards of Britain . The Second Edition , in 12mo . Price 7s . 6d . Boards . THE WELSH MOUNTAINEER ; A NOVEL . BY CATHERINE HUTTON . In Three Volumes , 12mo . Price 10s . 6d . Boards . Also may be had , by the same Author , The ...
... living Bards of Britain . The Second Edition , in 12mo . Price 7s . 6d . Boards . THE WELSH MOUNTAINEER ; A NOVEL . BY CATHERINE HUTTON . In Three Volumes , 12mo . Price 10s . 6d . Boards . Also may be had , by the same Author , The ...
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... living . 1. 15 : for once more r . thou too . 176 : from the 9th line r . as follows : O ! the one Life , within us and abroad , Which meets all Motion , and becomes its soul , A Light in Sound , a sound - like power in Light , Rhythm ...
... living . 1. 15 : for once more r . thou too . 176 : from the 9th line r . as follows : O ! the one Life , within us and abroad , Which meets all Motion , and becomes its soul , A Light in Sound , a sound - like power in Light , Rhythm ...
Side 6
... living thing was to be seen . And ice , mast - high , came floating by , As green as emerald , And through the drifts the snowy clift Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken― The ice was all between . The ice was ...
... living thing was to be seen . And ice , mast - high , came floating by , As green as emerald , And through the drifts the snowy clift Did send a dismal sheen : Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken― The ice was all between . The ice was ...
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... living men , ( And I heard nor sigh nor groan ) With heavy thump , a lifeless lump , They dropped down one by one . The souls did from their bodies fly , - gins her work They fled to bliss or woe ! on the ancient Mariner . And every ...
... living men , ( And I heard nor sigh nor groan ) With heavy thump , a lifeless lump , They dropped down one by one . The souls did from their bodies fly , - gins her work They fled to bliss or woe ! on the ancient Mariner . And every ...
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... living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gusht from my heart , And I blessed them unaware ! Sure my kind saint took pity on me , And I blessed them unaware . The self same moment I could pray ; And from my ...
... living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gusht from my heart , And I blessed them unaware ! Sure my kind saint took pity on me , And I blessed them unaware . The self same moment I could pray ; And from my ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner arms babe beneath bird black lips blast blessed bower breath breeze bright bright eye calm cheek child cloud curse dæmons dark dead dear Rain deep dream Earl HENRY Earth Edward Ellen fancy fear feelings gaz'd gazed gentle green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope Jeremy Taylor land of mist Lewti light limbs living look'd loud lov'd Maid melancholy methinks Milton mind Moon mossy Mother murmur ne'er Nether Stowey night o'er ocean once PATRICK SPENCE Poem poor prayer ROBERT SOUTHEY rock round S. T. COLERIDGE sails scarcely seem'd ship sigh silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet sweet sensations swelling tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro toil twas Twill voice Wedding-Guest wild wind wings youth
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Side 38 - 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.
Side 37 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?
Side 27 - 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.
Side 10 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Side 22 - 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.
Side 35 - Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said — "And they answered not our cheer! The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them. Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolfs young." "Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look — (The Pilot made reply) I am a-feared
Side 23 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Side 21 - Oh 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, That slid into my soul.
Side 164 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Side 30 - 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 Doth close behind him tread.