Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 páginas |
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... tale , The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes , and fears that kindle hope , An undistinguishable throng , And gentle wishes long subdued , Subdued and cherish'd long ! She wept with pity and delight , She blush'd with 122.
... tale , The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes , and fears that kindle hope , An undistinguishable throng , And gentle wishes long subdued , Subdued and cherish'd long ! She wept with pity and delight , She blush'd with 122.
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... hope I seek And with such joy I find my Lewti ; And even so my pale wan cheek Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty ! Nay , treacherous image ! leave my mind , If Lewti never will be kind . The little cloud - it floats away , Away it goes ...
... hope I seek And with such joy I find my Lewti ; And even so my pale wan cheek Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty ! Nay , treacherous image ! leave my mind , If Lewti never will be kind . The little cloud - it floats away , Away it goes ...
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... hope already grasp'd The golden circlet in his hand , rejected My suit with insult , and in memory Of ancient feuds pour'd curses on my head , Her blessings overtook and baffled them ! But thou art stern , and with unkindly countenance ...
... hope already grasp'd The golden circlet in his hand , rejected My suit with insult , and in memory Of ancient feuds pour'd curses on my head , Her blessings overtook and baffled them ! But thou art stern , and with unkindly countenance ...
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... Hope's gentle gem , the sweet FORGET - ME - NOT ! * So will not fade the flowers which Emmeline With delicate fingers on the snow - white silk Has work'd , ( the flowers which most she knew I lov'd , ) And , more belov'd than they , her ...
... Hope's gentle gem , the sweet FORGET - ME - NOT ! * So will not fade the flowers which Emmeline With delicate fingers on the snow - white silk Has work'd , ( the flowers which most she knew I lov'd , ) And , more belov'd than they , her ...
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... is so brimful of gladness and love , The green fields below him , the blue sky above , That he sings , and he sings ; and for ever sings he- " I love my Love , and my Love loves me ! " 1 THE VISIONARY HOPE . SAD lot , TO HAVE NO 154 .
... is so brimful of gladness and love , The green fields below him , the blue sky above , That he sings , and he sings ; and for ever sings he- " I love my Love , and my Love loves me ! " 1 THE VISIONARY HOPE . SAD lot , TO HAVE NO 154 .
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Albatross ancient Mariner arms babe beneath bird black lips blast blessed bower breath breeze bright bright eye calm cheek child cloud curse dæmons dark dead dear Rain deep dream Earl HENRY Earth Edward Ellen fancy fear feelings gaz'd gazed gentle green groan hath hear heard heart Heaven hill holy 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 ROBERT SOUTHEY rock round S. T. COLERIDGE 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
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Página 38 - 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.
Página 37 - Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row." And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm land! The Hermit stepped forth from the boat, And scarcely he could stand. "O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!" The Hermit crossed his brow. "Say quick," quoth he, "I bid thee say What manner of man art thou?
Página 27 - 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.
Página 10 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Página 22 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs : I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Página 35 - Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said — "And they answered not our cheer! The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them. Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolfs young." "Dear Lord! it hath a fiendish look — (The Pilot made reply) I am a-feared
Página 23 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Página 21 - Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole ! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.
Página 164 - 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!
Página 30 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.