Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 23 Paternoster Row, 1817 - 303 sider |
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Side 23
... dream , To have seen those dead men rise . The bodies of the ship's crew are inspirited , and the ship moves on ; The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they ...
... dream , To have seen those dead men rise . The bodies of the ship's crew are inspirited , and the ship moves on ; The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they ...
Side 31
... dream of joy ! is this indeed The light - house top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And the an- cient Mariner beholdeth his native country . We drifted o'er the harbour - bar , And I with sobs ...
... dream of joy ! is this indeed The light - house top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And the an- cient Mariner beholdeth his native country . We drifted o'er the harbour - bar , And I with sobs ...
Side 55
... Hark ! how wide Nature joins her groans below ! " Rise , God of Nature ! rise . " VI . The voice had ceased , the vision fled ; Yet still I gasp'd and reel'd with dread . And ever , when the dream of night Renews the 55.
... Hark ! how wide Nature joins her groans below ! " Rise , God of Nature ! rise . " VI . The voice had ceased , the vision fled ; Yet still I gasp'd and reel'd with dread . And ever , when the dream of night Renews the 55.
Side 56
A Collection of Poems Samuel Taylor Coleridge. And ever , when the dream of night Renews the phantom to my sight , Cold sweat - drops gather on my limbs ; My ears throb hot ; my eye - balls start ; My brain with horrid tumult swims ...
A Collection of Poems Samuel Taylor Coleridge. And ever , when the dream of night Renews the phantom to my sight , Cold sweat - drops gather on my limbs ; My ears throb hot ; my eye - balls start ; My brain with horrid tumult swims ...
Side 57
... dream Of central fires thro ' nether seas upthund'ring Soothes her fierce solitude ; yet as she lies By livid fount , or red volcanic stream , If ever to her lidless dragon - eyes , O Albion ! thy predestin'd ruins rise , The fiend ...
... dream Of central fires thro ' nether seas upthund'ring Soothes her fierce solitude ; yet as she lies By livid fount , or red volcanic stream , If ever to her lidless dragon - eyes , O Albion ! thy predestin'd ruins rise , The fiend ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner babe beneath bird black lips blast blessed bower breath breeze bright bright eye brow calm cheek child cloud coverture curse dæmons dark dead dear Rain death deep dream dropt Earl HENRY Earth Edward Ellen fair fancy fear feelings Friend gaz'd gazed gentle green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven 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 round S. T. COLERIDGE sails seem'd ship sigh silent sing sleep soft song soul sound spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet sweet sensations swelling tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro toil truth twas Twill voice Wedding-Guest wild wind wings youth
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Side 14 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
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 39 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Side 4 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
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 38 - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company \~ To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay...
Side 8 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Side 15 - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
Side 32 - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impartNo voice; but oh!
Side 168 - Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! 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...