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" It perched for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine." " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends, that plague thee thus ! — Why look'st thou so ? " — " With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS. "
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Lyrical Ballads: With a Few Other Poems

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 oldal
...night thro' fog smoke-white Glimme'r'd the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancyent Maririere ! " From the fiends that plague thee thus — " Why look'st thou so ;" — with my cross bow I shot the Albatross. II. The Sun came up upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; And broad...

Lyrical Ballads,: With Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 1. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 oldal
...on mast or shroud It perch'd for vespers nine, Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner...thee thus — " Why look'st thou so ?" — with my cross bow I shot the Albatross. II. The Sun now rose upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; Still...

Lyrical Ballads, with Pastoral and Other Poems, in Two Volumes, 1. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 oldal
...mast or shroud It perch'd for vespers nine, . Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner...thee thus — " Why look'st thou so ? — with my cross bow I shot the Albatross. II. The Sun now rose upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; Still...

Lyrical Ballads: With Pastoral and Other Poems

William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 oldal
...on mast or shroud It perch'd for vespers nine, Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner...thee thus — " Why look'st thou so ? — with my cross bow I shot the Albatross. II. The Sun now rose upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; Still...

Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In Two Volumes, 1. kötet

William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 oldal
...Came to the Mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud on mast or shroud It perched for vespers nine, Whiles all the night through fog-smoke white Glimmered the white moon-shine." " God save thee, antient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus !— Why look'st thou so ?" — " With my cross...

Lyrical Ballads,: With Pastoral and Other Poems. In ..., 356. kiadás,1. kötet

William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 oldal
...Came to the Mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud on mast or shroud It perched for vespers nine, Whiles all the night through fog-smoke white Glimmered the white moon-shine." " God save thee, antjeht Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus ! — Why look'st thou so ?" — " With my...

Blackwood's Magazine, 6. kötet

1820 - 774 oldal
...or cloud, or mast or shroud, It perch'd for vesper* nine ; Whiles all the night, through fag-cmoke white. Glimmered the white Moon-shine. "- God save...the fiends that plague thee thus ! — Why look'st Uiou so ?" — With my crossbow I shot the ALBATROSS ! All the subsequent miseries of the crew are...

Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 oldal
...for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine. X, " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends,...plague thee thus !Why look'st thou so?"— With my cross- killeth the ' pious bird of The ancient bow I shot the ALBATBOSS ! good omen. THE RIME OF THE...

Blackwood's Magazine, 36. kötet

1834 - 918 oldal
...even after his escape — when " the ship goes down like lead," he continues all life long a slave. " God save thee, Ancient Mariner, From the fiends that plague thee thus." We remember the time when there was an outcry among the common critics, " What ! all for shooting a...

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, 6. kötet

1820 - 784 oldal
...to the Mariner's hollo ! In mist or cloud, or mast or shroud, It perch" cl for vespers nine ; While* all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered...Moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fienda that plague thee thus !— Why look'st thou so ?" — With my crossbow I shot the ALBATROSS...




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