 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 oldal
...And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : 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 fleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Listen, O listen, them Wedding-guest ! " Marinere !... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 oldal
...And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon., A noise like of a hidden...leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night-- Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 oldal
...now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute; It ceas'd : yet still' the sails made onA pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden...leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 oldal
...And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden...leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon \ve silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 oldal
...it is an Angel's song ' That makes the Haavens be mute. ' It ceas'd; yet still the sails made on ' A pleasant noise till noon. * A noise like of a hidden...leafy month of June, ' That to the sleeping woods all night ' Singeth a quiet tune. ' Listen, O listen, thou weddingrguest!' " Marinere! thou hast thy will;... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 oldal
...And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden...leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 oldal
...And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden...leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze- did breathe : Slowly... | |
 | 1820 - 784 oldal
...now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden...leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. The conclusion has always appeared to us to be happy and graceful in the... | |
 | 1821 - 410 oldal
...And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden...leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune." » * * * » But notwithstanding the striking success and perfect originality... | |
 | 1820 - 696 oldal
...And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mate. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden...leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singcth a quiet tune," ***** But notwithstanding the striking success and perfect originality... | |
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twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute. 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... 
