Sibylline LeavesDoubleday, 1817 - 238 páginas |
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... breath nor motion , As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean . Water , water , every where , And all the boards did shrink ; Water , water , every where , Nor any drop to drink . And the Albatross begins to be avenged . The very ...
... breath nor motion , As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean . Water , water , every where , And all the boards did shrink ; Water , water , every where , Nor any drop to drink . And the Albatross begins to be avenged . The very ...
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... breath drew in , As they were drinking all . See ! see ! ( I cried ) she tacks no more ! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze , without a tide , She steddies with upright keel ! The western wave was all a - flame . The day was well ...
... breath drew in , As they were drinking all . See ! see ! ( I cried ) she tacks no more ! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze , without a tide , She steddies with upright keel ! The western wave was all a - flame . The day was well ...
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... breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship , Moved onward from beneath . Under the keel nine fathom deep , From the land of mist and snow , The spirit slid ; and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their ...
... breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship , Moved onward from beneath . Under the keel nine fathom deep , From the land of mist and snow , The spirit slid ; and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their ...
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... breath Imitates the toil of Death ! No stranger agony confounds The Soldier on the war - field spread , When all foredone with toil and wounds . Death - like he dozes among heaps of dead ! ( The strife is o'er , the day - light fled ...
... breath Imitates the toil of Death ! No stranger agony confounds The Soldier on the war - field spread , When all foredone with toil and wounds . Death - like he dozes among heaps of dead ! ( The strife is o'er , the day - light fled ...
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... name Of Freedom , graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee , many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain , nor ever Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power . 57 FRANCE.
... name Of Freedom , graven on a heavier chain ! O Liberty ! with profitless endeavour Have I pursued thee , many a weary hour ; But thou nor swell'st the victor's strain , nor ever Didst breathe thy soul in forms of human power . 57 FRANCE.
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Albatross ancient Mariner arms babe beneath Biographia Literaria bird black lips blast blessed bower breath breeze bright bright eye brow calm child cloud curse dæmons dark dead dear Rain deep dream DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE 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 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 truth twas Twill voice Wedding-Guest wild wind wings youth