Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 páginas |
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... one . Sometimes a - dropping from the sky I heard the sky - lark sing ; Sometimes all little birds that are , How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now ' twas like all instruments , Now like 24.
... one . Sometimes a - dropping from the sky I heard the sky - lark sing ; Sometimes all little birds that are , How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now ' twas like all instruments , Now like 24.
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... singing are ; And hark the little vesper bell , Which biddeth me to prayer ! O Wedding - Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . O sweeter than the marriage ...
... singing are ; And hark the little vesper bell , Which biddeth me to prayer ! O Wedding - Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . O sweeter than the marriage ...
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... On each side of my chair , and make me learn All you had learnt in the day , and how to talk In gentle phrase , then bid me sing to you- ' Tis more like heaven to come than what has been . MARIA . O my dear Mother ! this strange man 41.
... On each side of my chair , and make me learn All you had learnt in the day , and how to talk In gentle phrase , then bid me sing to you- ' Tis more like heaven to come than what has been . MARIA . O my dear Mother ! this strange man 41.
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... sing- And hark ! I hear the famish'd brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away , my soul , away ! I unpartaking of the evil thing , With daily prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil , Have ...
... sing- And hark ! I hear the famish'd brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away , my soul , away ! I unpartaking of the evil thing , With daily prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil , Have ...
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... singing , Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclin'd , Save when your own imperious branches swinging Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where , like a man belov'd of God , Through glooms , which never woodman trod , How oft ...
... singing , Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclin'd , Save when your own imperious branches swinging Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where , like a man belov'd of God , Through glooms , which never woodman trod , How oft ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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 pleasure 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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Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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...