Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 23 Paternoster Row, 1817 - 303 стор. |
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... waves rush'd in fast : The old raven flew round and round , and caw'd to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls- See ! see ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the raven , and off he went fleet ...
... waves rush'd in fast : The old raven flew round and round , and caw'd to the blast . He heard the last shriek of the perishing souls- See ! see ! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls ! Right glad was the raven , and off he went fleet ...
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... wave was all a - flame . The day was well nigh done ! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun ; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. approach , it seemeth him to be a ship ; and at a dear ...
... wave was all a - flame . The day was well nigh done ! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun ; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. approach , it seemeth him to be a ship ; and at a dear ...
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... wave or wind ? SECOND VOICE . The air is cut away before , And closes from behind . Fly , brother , fly ! more high , more high ! Or we shall be belated : For slow and slow that ship will go , When the Mariner's trance is abated . " I ...
... wave or wind ? SECOND VOICE . The air is cut away before , And closes from behind . Fly , brother , fly ! more high , more high ! Or we shall be belated : For slow and slow that ship will go , When the Mariner's trance is abated . " I ...
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... Waves ! that , wheresoe'er ye roll , Yield homage only to eternal laws ! Ye Woods ! that listen to the night - birds ' singing , Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclin❜d , Save when your own imperious branches swinging Have made a ...
... Waves ! that , wheresoe'er ye roll , Yield homage only to eternal laws ! Ye Woods ! that listen to the night - birds ' singing , Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclin❜d , Save when your own imperious branches swinging Have made a ...
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... waves ! And there I felt thee ! on that sea - cliff's verge , Whose pines , scarce travell'd by the breeze above , Had made one murmur with the distant surge ! Yes , while I stood and gaz'd , my temples bare , And shot my being through ...
... waves ! And there I felt thee ! on that sea - cliff's verge , Whose pines , scarce travell'd by the breeze above , Had made one murmur with the distant surge ! Yes , while I stood and gaz'd , my temples bare , And shot my being through ...
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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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Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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!
Сторінка 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...