 | James Waddel Alexander - 1860 - 430 страници
...Then read this : " So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din, Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud : The leafless...in the west The orange sky of evening died away." OI feel it ! I feel it ! and it breathes into my soul all the soft recollections of just such a scene,... | |
 | James Waddel Alexander - 1860 - 436 страници
...Then read this : " So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din, Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud : The leafless...icy crag Tinkled like iron : while the distant hills Info the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1861 - 662 страници
...the hunted hare. So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tingh'd like iron ; while the distant hills !nto the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not... | |
 | Derwent Coleridge - 1863 - 372 страници
...the hunted hare. So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud, The leafless...orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the aproar I retired Into a silent bay or sportively Glanc'd sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To... | |
 | John Weiss - 1863 - 94 страници
...precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron, while far-distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy...in the west The orange sky of evening died away." And he liked the next lines because they recalled a habit of his own : — " Not seldom from the uproar... | |
 | John Weiss - 1863 - 92 страници
...— " So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle ; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron, while far-distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 770 страници
..." So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Hoatrwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and...like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult scut an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, \vhile the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 772 страници
...was idle : with the din Meanwhile the preeipiees rang aloud; The leafless trees and every iey erag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melaneholy, not unnotieed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling elear, and in the west The orange... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1865 - 562 страници
...the hunted hare. So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud, The leafless...every icy crag Tinkled like iron, while the distant hille Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy — not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward,... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 страници
...hare So through the darkness and the cold we flew, and not a voice was idle: with the din smitten, the precipices rang aloud; the leafless trees and every icy crag tinkled like iron; while far distant hills into the tumult sent an alien sound of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars... | |
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And not a voice was idle ; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were... 
