Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 páginas |
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... tell half his adventures . At length he came back , and with him a she , And the acorn was grown to a tall oak tree . They built them a nest in the topmost bough , And young ones they had , and were happy enow , But soon came a woodman ...
... tell half his adventures . At length he came back , and with him a she , And the acorn was grown to a tall oak tree . They built them a nest in the topmost bough , And young ones they had , and were happy enow , But soon came a woodman ...
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... tell who : For if the nymphs should know my swain , I fear they'd love him too . Yet while my joy's unknown , Its rosy buds are but half - blown : What no one with me shares , seems scarce my own . I'll tell , that if they be not glad ...
... tell who : For if the nymphs should know my swain , I fear they'd love him too . Yet while my joy's unknown , Its rosy buds are but half - blown : What no one with me shares , seems scarce my own . I'll tell , that if they be not glad ...
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... tell no more ! yet I love him , And he loves me ; yet so , That never one low wish did dim Our love's pure light , I know In each so free from blame , That both of us would gain new fame , If love's strong fears would let me tell his ...
... tell no more ! yet I love him , And he loves me ; yet so , That never one low wish did dim Our love's pure light , I know In each so free from blame , That both of us would gain new fame , If love's strong fears would let me tell his ...
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... tell me , tell me ! speak again , Thy soft response renewing- What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is the OCEAN doing ? SECOND VOICE . Still as a slave before his lord , The OCEAN hath no blast ; His great bright eye most ...
... tell me , tell me ! speak again , Thy soft response renewing- What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is the OCEAN doing ? SECOND VOICE . Still as a slave before his lord , The OCEAN hath no blast ; His great bright eye most ...
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... telling of the sound . I moved my lips - the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And prayed where he did sit . I took the oars : the Pilot's boy , Who now doth crazy go , Laughed loud and long , and ...
... telling of the sound . I moved my lips - the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And prayed where he did sit . I took the oars : the Pilot's boy , Who now doth crazy go , Laughed loud and long , and ...
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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...