Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of PoemsRest Fenner, 1817 - 303 páginas |
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... Hope has fix'd her wishful gaze . Hither , in perplexed dance , Ye Woes ! ye young - eyed Joys ! advance ! By Time's wild harp , and by the hand Whose indefatigable Sweep Raises it's fateful strings from sleep , I bid you haste , a mixt ...
... Hope has fix'd her wishful gaze . Hither , in perplexed dance , Ye Woes ! ye young - eyed Joys ! advance ! By Time's wild harp , and by the hand Whose indefatigable Sweep Raises it's fateful strings from sleep , I bid you haste , a mixt ...
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... hope , and all that soothes And all that lifts the spirit ! Stand we forth ; Render them back upon the insulted ocean , And let them toss as idly on it's waves As the vile sea - weed , which some mountain - blast Swept from our shores ...
... hope , and all that soothes And all that lifts the spirit ! Stand we forth ; Render them back upon the insulted ocean , And let them toss as idly on it's waves As the vile sea - weed , which some mountain - blast Swept from our shores ...
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... hope I soon shall , get that fellow under my hand ( and I shall be upon the watch for him ) , I'll tickle his pretty skin ! I won't hurt him ! oh no ! I'll only cut the to the liver ! " and can but once I dare appeal to all present ...
... hope I soon shall , get that fellow under my hand ( and I shall be upon the watch for him ) , I'll tickle his pretty skin ! I won't hurt him ! oh no ! I'll only cut the to the liver ! " and can but once I dare appeal to all present ...
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... hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man , The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay , Amid the lingering light . Few sorrows hath she of her own , My hope 119.
... hope , my joy , My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man , The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay , Amid the lingering light . Few sorrows hath she of her own , My hope 119.
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... hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best , whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve . I play'd a soft and doleful air , A I sang an old and moving story- An old rude song , that suited well That ruin wild and hoary . She ...
... hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best , whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve . I play'd a soft and doleful air , A I sang an old and moving story- An old rude song , that suited well That ruin wild and hoary . She ...
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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