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Albinet amid ancient answered Anthemmina appeared approached arms Arzene beams beautiful began beheld beside bird boat body bright cast cheek child close cloud countenance cried damsel dark deep dream earth entered exclaimed eyes face fair fear fell felt flowers followed forward gazed Glandreth gleam green ground hand hast head heard heart hope Iarine Karadan king lady lake land leaves Leucoia light looked Magnart maid maiden Malderyl mother mountain never night once palace Palmland passed Penselimer Phantasmion pitcher pointed Potentilla prince queen raised reached remained replied rest rock rose rushed seemed seen shore side sight silver smile soft soon sound spirit stood stream tears thee thou thought till took trees turned Ulander vessel voice waves wind wings wood young youth Zelneth
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Page 141 - Nor feel the breeze that round thee lingering strays, To drink thy balmy breath, And sigh one long farewell. Soon shall it mourn above thy wat'ry bed, And whisper to me, on the wave-beat shore, Deep murm'ring in reproach, Thy sad untimely fate. Ere those dear eyes had open'd on the light, In vain to plead, thy coming life was sold, O...
Page 348 - While buoyantly he rushes o'er the lawn, Dream not of clouds to stain his manhood's dawn, Nor dim that sight with tears. No cloud he spies in brightly glowing hours, But feels as if the newly vested bowers For him could never fade : Too well we know that vernal pleasures fleet, But having him, so gladsome, fair, and sweet, Our loss is overpaid. « Amid the balmiest flowers that earth can give Some bitter drops distil, and all that live A mingled portion share ; But, while he learns these truths which...
Page 141 - O! wakened but to sleep, Whence it can wake no more! A thousand and a thousand silken leaves The tufted beech unfolds in early spring, All clad in tenderest green, All of the selfsame shape: A thousand infant faces, soft and sweet, Each year sends forth, yet every mother views Her last not least beloved Like its dear self alone. No musing mind hath ever yet foreshaped The face to-morrow's sun shall first reveal, No heart hath e'er conceived What love that face will bring. O sleep, my babe, nor heed...
Bibliographic information
| Title | Phantasmion Opie collection of children's literature ; 002:030 |
| Author | Sara Coleridge Coleridge |
| Publisher | W. Pickering, 1837 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 7 Aug 2007 |
| Length | 387 pages |
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