 It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.  Blackwood's Magazine - Seite 11820Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Joan Garner - 2006 - 245 Seiten
...a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning!...is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. Verse 84 The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (Enhancing interpretive It ceased; yet still the sails made... | |
 | George Rapanos - 2006 - 296 Seiten
...this poem came from beyond and existed before time. I was a bamboo and God made a golden flute of me. And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute.2 After a few months passed, I realized that I had not taken any antidepressant medication for... | |
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