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... ship was Her sails fro Her keel wa Without eit And birds sit brooding in the snow When all around the wind doth blow , XVI WINTER When icicles hang by the wall , And Dick the Shepherd blows his nail , And Tom bears logs into the hall ...
... ship was Her sails fro Her keel wa Without eit And birds sit brooding in the snow When all around the wind doth blow , XVI WINTER When icicles hang by the wall , And Dick the Shepherd blows his nail , And Tom bears logs into the hall ...
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... Sr Ralph the He curst himse The waves rus The ship is sin But even in hi One dreadful A sound as if The fiends be WRITT The coo The str The sm The lak The gree The ol Are at r , ' said one , ' the breakers roar 24 The Children's.
... Sr Ralph the He curst himse The waves rus The ship is sin But even in hi One dreadful A sound as if The fiends be WRITT The coo The str The sm The lak The gree The ol Are at r , ' said one , ' the breakers roar 24 The Children's.
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... ship in splendour wild , They caught the flag on high , And streamed above the gallant child Like banners in the sky . Then came a burst of thunder - sound- The boy - oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments ...
... ship in splendour wild , They caught the flag on high , And streamed above the gallant child Like banners in the sky . Then came a burst of thunder - sound- The boy - oh ! where was he ? Ask of the winds that far around With fragments ...
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... others they made a good ship . Death riding ho e thanked him They had take Sweet . ODE 1 Hail , bea Thou n Now Hea And w What tim Thy c Hast tho Or ma Delight I hail And he From aunched ; but in sight of the land ere did 42 The Children's.
... others they made a good ship . Death riding ho e thanked him They had take Sweet . ODE 1 Hail , bea Thou n Now Hea And w What tim Thy c Hast tho Or ma Delight I hail And he From aunched ; but in sight of the land ere did 42 The Children's.
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aunched ; but in sight of the land ere did rise as no ship could with- □ ck , and the waves rushed in fast : d flew the Raven and cawed to the t shriek of the perishing souls— he top - mast the mad water rolls ! was the Raven , and off ...
aunched ; but in sight of the land ere did rise as no ship could with- □ ck , and the waves rushed in fast : d flew the Raven and cawed to the t shriek of the perishing souls— he top - mast the mad water rolls ! was the Raven , and off ...
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Page 167 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Page 4 - I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges.
Page 71 - 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!
Page 206 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted— nevermore!
Page 199 - Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and. curious volume of forgotten lore — While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " "Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door — Only this and nothing more.
Page 62 - He holds him with his glittering eye — The Wedding-Guest stood still, And listens like a three years' child: The Mariner hath his will.
Page 200 - Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door — Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door: This it is, and nothing more.
Page 65 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.
Page 84 - The breakers were right beneath her bows, She drifted a dreary wreck, And a whooping billow swept the crew Like icicles from her deck. She struck where the white and fleecy waves Looked soft as carded wool, But the cruel rocks, they gored her side Like the horns of an angry bull.