Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 psl. |
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... boy's mind when on his return to school he projects his being in his day dreams , and lives in his next holidays , six months hence : and this I contrasted with real Time , 1 TIME , REAL AND IMAGINARY , An Allegory . iii.
... boy's mind when on his return to school he projects his being in his day dreams , and lives in his next holidays , six months hence : and this I contrasted with real Time , 1 TIME , REAL AND IMAGINARY , An Allegory . iii.
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... did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea . About , about , in reel and rout The death - fires danced at night ; The water , like a witch's oils , Burnt green , and blue and white . And some in dreams assured were Of the spirit that 10.
... did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea . About , about , in reel and rout The death - fires danced at night ; The water , like a witch's oils , Burnt green , and blue and white . And some in dreams assured were Of the spirit that 10.
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A Collection of Poems Samuel Taylor Coleridge. And some in dreams assured were Of the spirit that plagued us so : Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow . And every tongue , through utter drought , Was wither ...
A Collection of Poems Samuel Taylor Coleridge. And some in dreams assured were Of the spirit that plagued us so : Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow . And every tongue , through utter drought , Was wither ...
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... was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams , And still my body drank . By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Mari- ner is refresh- ed with rain . He heareth sounds , and seeth I moved , and 21.
... was cold , My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams , And still my body drank . By grace of the holy Mother , the ancient Mari- ner is refresh- ed with rain . He heareth sounds , and seeth I moved , and 21.
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... dream , To have seen those dead men rise . The bodies of the ship's crew are inspirited , and the ship moves on ; The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they ...
... dream , To have seen those dead men rise . The bodies of the ship's crew are inspirited , and the ship moves on ; The helmsman steered , the ship moved on ; Yet never a breeze up blew ; The mariners all ' gan work the ropes , Where they ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner arms babe beneath bird black lips blast blessed bower breath breeze bright bright eye calm cheek child cloud curse dæmons dark dead dear Rain Death deep dream Earl HENRY Earth Edward Ellen fancy fear feelings gaz'd gazed gentle green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy 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 ROBERT SOUTHEY rock round S. T. COLERIDGE sails scarcely seem'd ship sigh silent sing sleep song soul sound spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet sweet sensations swelling tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro twas Twill voice Wedding-Guest wild wind wings youth
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38 psl. - 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.
37 psl. - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?
27 psl. - 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.
10 psl. - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
22 psl. - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs : I was so light almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
35 psl. - Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said "And they answered not our cheer! The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them. Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolfs young." "Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look (The Pilot made reply) I am a-feared
23 psl. - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
21 psl. - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
164 psl. - 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!
30 psl. - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.