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... feel . But that Despair and Indignation rose , And told again the story of thy woes ; Told the keen insult of the ... feels the mastering power , These wilds , these caverns roaming o'er , Round which the screaming sea - gulls soar ...
... feel . But that Despair and Indignation rose , And told again the story of thy woes ; Told the keen insult of the ... feels the mastering power , These wilds , these caverns roaming o'er , Round which the screaming sea - gulls soar ...
Side 23
... feel The answering swell of mine ! How oft , my Love ! with shapings sweet I paint the moment we shall meet ! With eager speed I dart- I seize you in the vacant air , And fancy , with a Husband's care I press you to my heart ! " T is ...
... feel The answering swell of mine ! How oft , my Love ! with shapings sweet I paint the moment we shall meet ! With eager speed I dart- I seize you in the vacant air , And fancy , with a Husband's care I press you to my heart ! " T is ...
Side 34
... feel For all his human brethren - O my God ! It weighs upon the heart , that he must think What uproar and what strife may now be stirring This way or that way o'er these silent hills- Invasion , and the thunder and the shout , Of ...
... feel For all his human brethren - O my God ! It weighs upon the heart , that he must think What uproar and what strife may now be stirring This way or that way o'er these silent hills- Invasion , and the thunder and the shout , Of ...
Side 35
... feel The joy and greatness of its future being ? There lives nor form nor feeling in my soul Unborrow'd from my country . O divine And beauteous island ! thou hast been my sole And most magnificent temple , in the which I walk with awe ...
... feel The joy and greatness of its future being ? There lives nor form nor feeling in my soul Unborrow'd from my country . O divine And beauteous island ! thou hast been my sole And most magnificent temple , in the which I walk with awe ...
Side 47
... feel That God is everywhere ! the God who framed Mankind to be one mighty Family , Himself our Father , and the World our Home . ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM ON THE FIRST OF FEBRUARY , 1796 . SWEET Flower ! that peeping from thy russet stem ...
... feel That God is everywhere ! the God who framed Mankind to be one mighty Family , Himself our Father , and the World our Home . ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM ON THE FIRST OF FEBRUARY , 1796 . SWEET Flower ! that peeping from thy russet stem ...
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Side 464 - Over earth and ocean with gentle motion This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea ; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream...
Side 76 - Is it he?' quoth one, '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 78 - 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 76 - twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 72 - The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she : Nodding their heads before her goes The merry minstrelsy. The Wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends...
Side 465 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-coloured bow ; The sphere-fire above its soft colours wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Side 74 - I fear thee and thy glittering eye. And thy skinny hand so brown." — " Fear not, fear not, thou Wedding-Guest! This body dropt not down Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide, wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. The many men so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I. I...
Side 48 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy...
Side 76 - gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Side 78 - I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?" Forthwith this frame of mine was wrenched With a woful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale; And then it left me free. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns: And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart within me burns. 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.