Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 23 Paternoster Row, 1817 - 303 sider |
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Side 10
... breath nor motion , As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean . Water , water , every where , And all the boards did shrink ; Water water , every where , Nor any drop to drink . The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this ...
... breath nor motion , As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean . Water , water , every where , And all the boards did shrink ; Water water , every where , Nor any drop to drink . The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this ...
Side 13
... breath drew in , As they were drinking all . See ! see ! ( I cried ) she tacks no more ! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze , without a tide , She steddies with upright keel ! The western wave was all a - flame . The day was well ...
... breath drew in , As they were drinking all . See ! see ! ( I cried ) she tacks no more ! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze , without a tide , She steddies with upright keel ! The western wave was all a - flame . The day was well ...
Side 25
... breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship , Moved onward from beneath . Under the keel nine fathom deep , From the land of mist and snow , The spirit slid and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune ...
... breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship , Moved onward from beneath . Under the keel nine fathom deep , From the land of mist and snow , The spirit slid and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune ...
Side 56
... breath Imitates the toil of Death ! No stranger agony confounds The Soldier on the war - field spread , When all foredone with toil and wounds . Death - like he dozes among heaps of dead ! ( The strife is o'er , the day - light fled ...
... breath Imitates the toil of Death ! No stranger agony confounds The Soldier on the war - field spread , When all foredone with toil and wounds . Death - like he dozes among heaps of dead ! ( The strife is o'er , the day - light fled ...
Side 63
... breathe thy soul in forms of human power . Alike from all , howe'er they praise thee , ( Nor prayer , nor boastful name delays thee ) Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions , And factious Blasphemy's obscener slaves , Thou speedest on ...
... breathe thy soul in forms of human power . Alike from all , howe'er they praise thee , ( Nor prayer , nor boastful name delays thee ) Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions , And factious Blasphemy's obscener slaves , Thou speedest on ...
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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...