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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... sweet than all- 211 , 1. 10 : for fair day r . Fair - day . 1. 11 : for sweet r . wild . 212 , 1. 2 : for dead r . deep . 1. 3 : for Fill'd r . Fill . 1. 5 for fills r . thrills . 213 , 1. 4 for traces r . Trances . 217 , 1. 12 r ...
... sweet than all- 211 , 1. 10 : for fair day r . Fair - day . 1. 11 : for sweet r . wild . 212 , 1. 2 : for dead r . deep . 1. 3 : for Fill'd r . Fill . 1. 5 for fills r . thrills . 213 , 1. 4 for traces r . Trances . 217 , 1. 12 r ...
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... sweet bird did follow , Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners ' hollo ! And I had done an hellish thing , And it would work ' em woe : For all averred , I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow . Ah wretch ! said ...
... sweet bird did follow , Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners ' hollo ! And I had done an hellish thing , And it would work ' em woe : For all averred , I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow . Ah wretch ! said ...
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... Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again , Now mixed , now one by one . Sometimes a - dropping ...
... Sweet sounds rose slowly through their mouths , And from their bodies passed . Around , around , flew each sweet sound , Then darted to the Sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again , Now mixed , now one by one . Sometimes a - dropping ...
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... sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree . He kneels at morn , and noon and eve- He hath a cushion plump : It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak - stump . The Skiff - boat near'd ...
... sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree . He kneels at morn , and noon and eve- He hath a cushion plump : It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak - stump . The Skiff - boat near'd ...
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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