Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 23 Paternoster Row, 1817 - 303 страници |
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... 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 , And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thank'd him again and ...
... 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 , And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet , And he thank'd him again and ...
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... BLAST came , and he The ship drawn by a 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 ...
... BLAST came , and he The ship drawn by a 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 ...
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... blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast- If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim . See , brother , see ! how graciously She looketh down on him . FIRST VOICE . But why drives on that ...
... blast ; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast- If he may know which way to go ; For she guides him smooth or grim . See , brother , see ! how graciously She looketh down on him . FIRST VOICE . But why drives on that ...
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... blast . I saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood . VOL . II . D THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER ...
... blast . I saw a third - I heard his voice : It is the Hermit good ! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood . He'll shrieve my soul , he'll wash away The Albatross's blood . VOL . II . D THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER ...
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... blast Swept from our shores ! And oh ! may we return Not with a drunken triumph , but with fear , Repenting of the wrongs with which we stung So fierce a foe to frenzy ! I have told , O Britons ! O my brethren ! I have told Most bitter ...
... blast Swept from our shores ! And oh ! may we return Not with a drunken triumph , but with fear , Repenting of the wrongs with which we stung So fierce a foe to frenzy ! I have told , O Britons ! O my brethren ! I have told Most bitter ...
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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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Страница 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?
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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...