Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 psl. |
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... one . Sometimes a - dropping from the sky I heard the sky - lark sing ; Sometimes all little birds that are , How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now ' twas like all instruments , Now like 24.
... one . Sometimes a - dropping from the sky I heard the sky - lark sing ; Sometimes all little birds that are , How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now ' twas like all instruments , Now like 24.
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... singing are ; And hark the little vesper bell , Which biddeth me to prayer ! O Wedding - Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . O sweeter than the marriage ...
... singing are ; And hark the little vesper bell , Which biddeth me to prayer ! O Wedding - Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely ' twas , that God himself Scarce seemed there to be . O sweeter than the marriage ...
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... On each side of my chair , and make me learn All you had learnt in the day , and how to talk In gentle phrase , then bid me sing to you— . ' Tis more like heaven to come than what has been . MARIA . 0 my dear Mother ! this strange man 41.
... On each side of my chair , and make me learn All you had learnt in the day , and how to talk In gentle phrase , then bid me sing to you— . ' Tis more like heaven to come than what has been . MARIA . 0 my dear Mother ! this strange man 41.
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... sing- And hark ! I hear the famish'd brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away , my soul , away ! I unpartaking of the evil thing , With daily prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil , Have ...
... sing- And hark ! I hear the famish'd brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind ! Away , my soul , away ! I unpartaking of the evil thing , With daily prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil , Have ...
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... singing , Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclin❜d , Save when your own imperious branches swinging Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where , like a man belov'd of God , Through glooms , which never woodman trod , How oft ...
... singing , Midway the smooth and perilous slope reclin❜d , Save when your own imperious branches swinging Have made a solemn music of the wind ! Where , like a man belov'd of God , Through glooms , which never woodman trod , How oft ...
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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