 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 страници
...that loud and dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean smote : Like one that hath been seven days drown'd My body lay afloat : But, swift as dreams, myself...still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. . I raov'd my lips : the Pilot sliriek'd And fell down in a fit. The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes And... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 страници
...that Idud and dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean srnote : Like one that hath been seven days drown'd My body lay afloat : But, swift as dreams, myself...still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I mov'd my lips : the Pilot shriek' d And fell down in a fit. The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes And pray'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 страници
...that loud and dreadful sound. Which sky and ocean smote : Like one that hath been seven days drown'd My body lay afloat : But, swift as dreams, myself...still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I mov'd my lips : the Pilot shriek'd And fell down in a fit. The Holy Hermit rais'd his eyes And pray'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 страници
...swift as dreams, myself 1 found ' Within the Pilot's boat. ' Upon the whirl, where sank the ship r * The boat spun round and round: ' And all was still, save that the hill ' Was telling of the sound. 1 I mov'd my lips; the Pilot shriek'd' And fell down in a fit: * The holy Hermit rais'd his eyes '... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 страници
...that loud and dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean smote, Like one that hath been seven days drown'd, My body lay afloat; But swift as dreams, myself I...still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips-— the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 страници
...mine was wrench'd With a woeful agony, Which forced me to begin my tale ; And then it left me free. The ancient Mariner earnestly entreateth the Hermit...shrieve him ; and the penance of life falls on him. Since then, at an uncertain hour, That agony returns; And till my ghastly tale is told, This heart... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 страници
...drown'd, My body lay afloat ; But swift as dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot's boat. Upon the whirI, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round...still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 страници
...that loud and dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean smote, Like one that hath been seven days drowned My body lay afloat ; But swift as dreams, myself I...still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 страници
...been seven days drown'd, My body toy afloat ; But swift a* dreams, myself I found Within the Pilot'* boat. Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat...still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And 1,11 down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 426 страници
...that loud and dreadful sound, Which sky and ocean smote, Like one that hath been seven days drowned My body lay afloat ; But swift as dreams, myself I...all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the soundI moved my lips — the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit ; The holy Hermit raised his eyes,... | |
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Upon the whirl, where sank the ship, The boat spun round and round; And all was still, save that the hill Was telling of the sound. I... 
