Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 23 Paternoster Row, 1817 - 303 psl. |
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... Melancholy ! Blacker was he than blackest jet , Flew low in the rain , and his feathers not wet . He pick'd up the acorn and buried it strait By the side of a river both deep and great . Where then did the raven go ? He went high and ...
... Melancholy ! Blacker was he than blackest jet , Flew low in the rain , and his feathers not wet . He pick'd up the acorn and buried it strait By the side of a river both deep and great . Where then did the raven go ? He went high and ...
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... melancholy thing For such a man , who would full fain preserve His soul in calmness , yet perforce must feel For all his human brethren - O my God ! It is indeed a melancholy thing , And weighs upon the heart , that he must think What ...
... melancholy thing For such a man , who would full fain preserve His soul in calmness , yet perforce must feel For all his human brethren - O my God ! It is indeed a melancholy thing , And weighs upon the heart , that he must think What ...
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... - trees , and th ' unfrequent slender oak , Forth from this tangle wild of bush and brake Soar up , and form a melancholy vault High o'er me , murmuring like a distant sea . Here Wisdom might resort , and here Remorse ; Here 128.
... - trees , and th ' unfrequent slender oak , Forth from this tangle wild of bush and brake Soar up , and form a melancholy vault High o'er me , murmuring like a distant sea . Here Wisdom might resort , and here Remorse ; Here 128.
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... melancholy Inly arm'd , go , Maiden ! go . Mother sage of Self - dominion , Firm thy steps , O Melancholy ! The strongest plume in wisdom's pinion Is the memory of past folly . Mute the sky - lark and forlorn , While she moults the ...
... melancholy Inly arm'd , go , Maiden ! go . Mother sage of Self - dominion , Firm thy steps , O Melancholy ! The strongest plume in wisdom's pinion Is the memory of past folly . Mute the sky - lark and forlorn , While she moults the ...
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... melancholy pleasures The Things of Nature utter ; birds or trees Or moan of ocean - gale in weedy caves , Or where the stiff grass mid the heath - plant waves , Murmur and music thin of sudden breeze . VOL . II . L THE KEEP - SAKE . THE ...
... melancholy pleasures The Things of Nature utter ; birds or trees Or moan of ocean - gale in weedy caves , Or where the stiff grass mid the heath - plant waves , Murmur and music thin of sudden breeze . VOL . II . L THE KEEP - SAKE . THE ...
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Albatross ancient Mariner 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 death deep dream dropt Earl HENRY Earth Edward Ellen fair fancy fear feelings Friend gaz'd gazed gentle green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven 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 round S. T. COLERIDGE sails seem'd ship sigh silent sing sleep soft song soul sound spirit stars stept stood strange stream sweet sweet sensations swelling tale tears tell thee thine things thou thought thro toil truth twas Twill voice Wedding-Guest wild wind wings youth
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14 psl. - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
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.
39 psl. - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
4 psl. - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
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.
38 psl. - O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company \~ To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay...
8 psl. - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
15 psl. - The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark.
32 psl. - Christ! what saw I there! Each corse lay flat, lifeless and flat, And, by the holy rood! A man all light, a seraph-man, On every corse there stood. This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight! They stood as signals to the land, Each one a lovely light; This seraph-band, each waved his hand, No voice did they impartNo voice; but oh!
168 psl. - Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! 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...