Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 psl. |
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... hear the merry din . " He holds him with his skinny hand , " There was a ship , " quoth he . " Hold off ! unhand me , grey - beard loon ! " Eftsoons his hand dropt he . VOL . II . B 2 The wedding . guest is spell- bound by the eye 3.
... hear the merry din . " He holds him with his skinny hand , " There was a ship , " quoth he . " Hold off ! unhand me , grey - beard loon ! " Eftsoons his hand dropt he . VOL . II . B 2 The wedding . guest is spell- bound by the eye 3.
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... dropt the breeze , the sails dropt down , " Twas sad as sad could be ; 1 ship enters the Pacific Ocean and sails north- ward , even till it reaches the Line . The ship hath been sudden- And we did speak only to break The silence of the ...
... dropt the breeze , the sails dropt down , " Twas sad as sad could be ; 1 ship enters the Pacific Ocean and sails north- ward , even till it reaches the Line . The ship hath been sudden- And we did speak only to break The silence of the ...
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... dropt not down . Alone , alone , all , all alone , Alone on a wide wide sea ! The wedding . guest feareth that a spirit is talking to him ; But the an- cient Mariner assureth him of his bodily life , and pro- ceedeth to relate his hor ...
... dropt not down . Alone , alone , all , all alone , Alone on a wide wide sea ! The wedding . guest feareth that a spirit is talking to him ; But the an- cient Mariner assureth him of his bodily life , and pro- ceedeth to relate his hor ...
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... Dropt unawares no doubt . Why should I yearn To keep the relique ? ' twill but idly feed The passion that consumes me . Let me haste ! The picture in my hand which she has left ; She cannot blame me that I follow'd here And I may be her ...
... Dropt unawares no doubt . Why should I yearn To keep the relique ? ' twill but idly feed The passion that consumes me . Let me haste ! The picture in my hand which she has left ; She cannot blame me that I follow'd here And I may be her ...
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... Dropt the collected shower ; and some most false , False and fair foliag'd as the Manchineel , Have tempted me to slumber in their shade E'en mid the storm ; then breathing subtlest damps , Mixt their own venom with the rain from Heaven ...
... Dropt the collected shower ; and some most false , False and fair foliag'd as the Manchineel , Have tempted me to slumber in their shade E'en mid the storm ; then breathing subtlest damps , Mixt their own venom with the rain from Heaven ...
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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