Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 páginas |
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... 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 low , Over hill , over dale , did the black raven go , Many autumns , many springs Travell'd he with wandering wings ་ ཌ.
... 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 low , Over hill , over dale , did the black raven go , Many autumns , many springs Travell'd he with wandering wings ་ ཌ.
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... hill , Below the light - house top . 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 ...
... hill , Below the light - house top . 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 ...
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... hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And the an- cient Mariner beholdeth his native country . We drifted o'er the harbour - bar , And I with sobs did pray- O let me be awake , my God ! Or let me sleep alway . The ...
... hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And the an- cient Mariner beholdeth his native country . We drifted o'er the harbour - bar , And I with sobs did pray- O let me be awake , my God ! Or let me sleep alway . The ...
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... hill Was telling of the sound . I moved my lips - the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And prayed where he did sit . I took the oars : the Pilot's boy , Who now doth crazy go , Laughed loud and ...
... hill Was telling of the sound . I moved my lips - the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes , And prayed where he did sit . I took the oars : the Pilot's boy , Who now doth crazy go , Laughed loud and ...
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... , O Albion ! O my mother Isle ! Thy vallies , fair as Eden's bowers , Glitter green with sunny showers ; Thy grassy uplands ' gentle swells Echo to the bleat of flocks ; ( Those grassy hills , those glitt'ring dells Proudly ramparted 56.
... , O Albion ! O my mother Isle ! Thy vallies , fair as Eden's bowers , Glitter green with sunny showers ; Thy grassy uplands ' gentle swells Echo to the bleat of flocks ; ( Those grassy hills , those glitt'ring dells Proudly ramparted 56.
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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