Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 23 Paternoster Row, 1817 - 303 psl. |
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... strain , nor ever Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power . Alike from all , howe'er they praise thee , ( Nor prayer , nor boastful name delays thee ) Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions , And factious Blasphemy's obscener ...
... strain , nor ever Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power . Alike from all , howe'er they praise thee , ( Nor prayer , nor boastful name delays thee ) Alike from Priestcraft's harpy minions , And factious Blasphemy's obscener ...
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... strain , that wanted metre only to become a lyrical poem . I remembered that in the former part he had formed to himself a perfect ideal of human virtue , a character of heroic , disinterested zeal and devotion for Truth , Religion ...
... strain , that wanted metre only to become a lyrical poem . I remembered that in the former part he had formed to himself a perfect ideal of human virtue , a character of heroic , disinterested zeal and devotion for Truth , Religion ...
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... strain of all the ditty , My faultering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve ; The music , and the doleful tale , The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes ...
... strain of all the ditty , My faultering voice and pausing harp Disturb'd her soul with pity ! All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve ; The music , and the doleful tale , The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes ...
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... strain Bursts in a squall - they gape for wonderment . Hark ! the deep buzz of Vanity and Hate ! Scornful , yet envious , with self - torturing sneer My lady eyes some maid of humbler state , While the pert Captain , or the primmer ...
... strain Bursts in a squall - they gape for wonderment . Hark ! the deep buzz of Vanity and Hate ! Scornful , yet envious , with self - torturing sneer My lady eyes some maid of humbler state , While the pert Captain , or the primmer ...
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... strains , And lit his spirit to so bright a flame ? The elevating thought of suffer'd pains , Which gentle hearts shall mourn ; but chief , the name [ Of Gratitude ! Remembrances of Friend , Or absent or no more ! Shades of the Past ...
... strains , And lit his spirit to so bright a flame ? The elevating thought of suffer'd pains , Which gentle hearts shall mourn ; but chief , the name [ Of Gratitude ! Remembrances of Friend , Or absent or no more ! Shades of the Past ...
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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...