The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson |
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... Spirit slid : and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , And the ship stood still also . " The Sun , right up above the mast , Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she ' gan stir , With a ...
... Spirit slid : and it was he That made the ship to go . The sails at noon left off their tune , And the ship stood still also . " The Sun , right up above the mast , Had fixed her to the ocean : But in a minute she ' gan stir , With a ...
Page 334
... Spirit fierce , My spirit ! Be thou me , impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth ! And , by the incantation of this verse , Scatter , as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes ...
... Spirit fierce , My spirit ! Be thou me , impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth ! And , by the incantation of this verse , Scatter , as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes ...
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... spirits come And all complexities of fury leave , Dying into a dance , An agony of trance , An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve . Astraddle on the dolphin's mire and blood , Spirit after spirit ! The smithies break the flood ...
... spirits come And all complexities of fury leave , Dying into a dance , An agony of trance , An agony of flame that cannot singe a sleeve . Astraddle on the dolphin's mire and blood , Spirit after spirit ! The smithies break the flood ...
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Adlestrop beauty Beeny beneath bird blood breast breath bright clouds Colour-Sergeant dance Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth echo ring eternal ev'ry eyes face fair fall fear fire flame flowers forto grace Grantchester green GRONGAR HILL hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour Hymen kings kiss land leaves light live look Lord lute Lycidas mind moon morning Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er peace pleasure pow'r praise pride rest rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine sigh sight sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Timor mortis conturbat Tiresias trees twas unto voice vrom W. B. YEATS weep wild wind woods youth