Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 psl. |
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... : They had taken his all , and revenge was sweet ! We must not think so ; but forget and forgive , And what Heaven gives life to , we'll still let it live ? MUTUAL PASSION . Altered and modernized from an old Poet viii.
... : They had taken his all , and revenge was sweet ! We must not think so ; but forget and forgive , And what Heaven gives life to , we'll still let it live ? MUTUAL PASSION . Altered and modernized from an old Poet viii.
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... ( Heaven's Mother send us grace ! ) As if through a dungeon - grate he peer'd , ' With broad and burning face . Alas ! ( thought I , and my heart beat loud ) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun , Like ...
... ( Heaven's Mother send us grace ! ) As if through a dungeon - grate he peer'd , ' With broad and burning face . Alas ! ( thought I , and my heart beat loud ) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun , Like ...
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... Heaven , and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came , and made My heart as dry as dust . I closed my lids , and kept them close , And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea , and the sea and ...
... Heaven , and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht , A wicked whisper came , and made My heart as dry as dust . I closed my lids , and kept them close , And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea , and the sea and ...
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... Heaven , That slid into my soul . The silly buckets on the deck , That had so long remained , I dreamt that they were filled with dew ; And when I awoke , it rained . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ...
... Heaven , That slid into my soul . The silly buckets on the deck , That had so long remained , I dreamt that they were filled with dew ; And when I awoke , it rained . My lips were wet , my throat was cold , My garments all were dank ...
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... Heavens be mute . It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June , That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune . Till noon we quietly sailed ...
... Heavens be mute . It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon , A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June , That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune . Till noon we quietly sailed ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner arms 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 deep dream dropt Earl HENRY Earth Edward Ellen fancy fear feel gaz'd gazed gentle glad green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy hope Jeremy Taylor land of mist Lapland 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 rock round 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 toil twas Twill voice Wedding-Guest wild wind wings youth