Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 23 Paternoster Row, 1817 - 303 psl. |
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... 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 the sky Lay , like a cloud , on my weary ...
... 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 the sky Lay , like a cloud , on my weary ...
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... 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 - feast , " Tis sweeter far to me , To walk together to the kirk ...
... 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 - feast , " Tis sweeter far to me , To walk together to the kirk ...
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... prayer nor told a bead ; But knew the names of birds , and mocked their notes , And whistled , as he were a bird himself ! And all the autumn ' twas his only play To gather seeds of wild - flowers , and to plant them With earth and ...
... prayer nor told a bead ; But knew the names of birds , and mocked their notes , And whistled , as he were a bird himself ! And all the autumn ' twas his only play To gather seeds of wild - flowers , and to plant them With earth and ...
58 psl.
... prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil , Have wailed my country with a loud Lament . Now I recenter my immortal mind In the deep sabbath of meek self - content ; Cleans'd from the vaporous passions that bedim God's ...
... prayer and daily toil Soliciting for food my scanty soil , Have wailed my country with a loud Lament . Now I recenter my immortal mind In the deep sabbath of meek self - content ; Cleans'd from the vaporous passions that bedim God's ...
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... prayer , nor boastful name delays thee ) Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions , And factious Blasphemy's obscener slaves , Thou speedest on thy subtle pinions , The guide of homeless winds , and playmate of the waves ! And there I ...
... prayer , nor boastful name delays thee ) Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions , And factious Blasphemy's obscener slaves , Thou speedest on thy subtle pinions , The guide of homeless winds , and playmate of the waves ! And there I ...
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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...