 The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water...  Poems - 149. oldalszerző: Hartley Coleridge - 1833 - 157 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | Elizabeth Stone, Mary Margaret Stanley Egerton Countess of Wilton - 1841 - 424 oldal
...you. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Buro'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made . . The water, which they... | |
 | Elizabeth Stone - 1841 - 446 oldal
...you. The barge she sat in, like a burtiish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, aud made The water, which they heat,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 202 oldal
...you : The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1843 - 594 oldal
...you. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 354 oldal
...you : The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat,... | |
 | Valentine Mott - 1842 - 504 oldal
...waves. " The barge he sat in, like a bnmish'd throDe Burn'd on the water : the poop waa beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, andViade The water which they beat... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 oldal
...— The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them : the oars ' were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat... | |
 | William Holt Yates - 1843 - 634 oldal
...— " The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver; Which, to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 oldal
...— The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water : the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were lovesick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 600 oldal
...you. The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat,... | |
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