Poems with rhymes of supine

And conscious still of the divine
Within them, lie on earth supine

Long had our dull Fore-Fathers slept Supine,
Nor felt the Raptures of the Tuneful Nine;

Upon the cloudy mountain-peak supine;
Below, far lands are seen tremblingly;
Its horror and its beauty are divine.

Hinging their bare shins in the mottled shine
And shade, as they lay prone, or stretched supine

But the great human life,--the life Divine,--
Rests in dull torture, heavy and supine,

And down he lay supine;
For they had no mud in paradise,
And they likewise had no swine.

Throned in the splendid carriage, glides supine,
To taint his virtue with a foreign stain,
Or at a favourite board his faith resign.

Dead as to captives grown supine,
Chained to their task in sightless mine:

Day, night, nor hour, their anxious guard resign;
But lay me, Fate! on flowery banks secure,
Though my whole soul be, like my limbs, supine.

homeless leaves supine
on vines that spring from a tree
like ores in a mine.