Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 23 Paternoster Row, 1817 - Всего страниц: 303 |
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... sleep , I bid you haste , a mixt tumultuous band ! From every private bower , And each domestic hearth , Haste for one solemn hour ; And with a loud and yet a louder voice , O'er Nature struggling in portentous birth , Weep and rejoice ...
... sleep , I bid you haste , a mixt tumultuous band ! From every private bower , And each domestic hearth , Haste for one solemn hour ; And with a loud and yet a louder voice , O'er Nature struggling in portentous birth , Weep and rejoice ...
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... stream , If ever to her lidless dragon - eyes , O Albion ! thy predestin'd ruins rise , The fiend - hag on her perilous couch doth leap , Muttering distemper'd triumph in her charmed sleep . IX . Away , my soul , away ! In 57.
... stream , If ever to her lidless dragon - eyes , O Albion ! thy predestin'd ruins rise , The fiend - hag on her perilous couch doth leap , Muttering distemper'd triumph in her charmed sleep . IX . Away , my soul , away ! In 57.
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... sleep , he dreams of better worlds , And dreaming hears thee still , O singing - lark , That singest like an angel in the clouds ! My God ! it is a melancholy thing For such a man , who would full fain preserve His soul in calmness ...
... sleep , he dreams of better worlds , And dreaming hears thee still , O singing - lark , That singest like an angel in the clouds ! My God ! it is a melancholy thing For such a man , who would full fain preserve His soul in calmness ...
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... sleep by day and wake all night . I know the place where Lewti lies , When silent night has closed her eyes— It is a breezy jasmine - bower , The Nightingale sings o'er her head : VOICE of the Night ! had I the power That leafy ...
... sleep by day and wake all night . I know the place where Lewti lies , When silent night has closed her eyes— It is a breezy jasmine - bower , The Nightingale sings o'er her head : VOICE of the Night ! had I the power That leafy ...
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... sleeping child , His dear head pillowed on a sleeping dog- One arm between its fore legs , and the hand Holds loosely its small handful of wild - flowers , Unfilletted , and of unequal lengths . A curious picture , with a master's haste ...
... sleeping child , His dear head pillowed on a sleeping dog- One arm between its fore legs , and the hand Holds loosely its small handful of wild - flowers , Unfilletted , and of unequal lengths . A curious picture , with a master's haste ...
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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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Стр. 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?
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...