| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 oldal
...root } We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah wel-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. I saw a something in the Sky No bigger than my fist ; At first it seetn'da little speck And then... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 oldal
...root ; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah wel-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. lt)4 III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each eye, When, looking westward,... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 oldal
...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. m. ' I saw a something in the sky ' No-bigger than my fist; ' At first it seem'da little speck ' And... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 oldal
...; 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. III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each eye, When, looking westward, I... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 oldal
...; 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 Alxrct my neck was hung. III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each eye,... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 oldal
...whereof they hang the dead tea-bird round hi* neck. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. t PART THE THIRD. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched,...weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye ! The ancient When looking westward, 1 beheld Mariner beholdeth a sign A something in the sky. in the... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 oldal
...numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more. Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. The shipmates, in their sore distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner : in... | |
| 1820 - 774 oldal
...The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. In the " weary time" which follows, a spectre-ship sails between them and the " broad bright sun" in... | |
| 1820 - 784 oldal
...The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. In the " weary time" which follows, a spectre-ship sails between them and the " broad bright sun" in... | |
| Cabinet - 1824 - 440 oldal
...We could not speak, no more than if We had been choak'd 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. Mfme of tBe Ancient JMarfner. PART THE THIRD. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and... | |
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