 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1816 - 82 páginas
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turn'd wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes uprais'd, as one that pray'd. The touch, the sight, had pass'd away, And in its stead that vision blest, Which comforted her after-rest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 páginas
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | James Gillman - 1838 - 446 páginas
...been the sole cause of her unconsciously imitating the " hissing sound :" Whereat the Knight turn'd wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes uprais'd, as one that pray'd. This touch, this sight passed away, and left in its stead the vision of her guardian angel (her mother)... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 352 páginas
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | John Aikin - 1850 - 764 páginas
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound: Whereat the knight turn'd wildly round, And nothing saw but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that pray'd. The touch, the sight, had pass'd away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 páginas
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound f Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, '• • ' And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 páginas
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 páginas
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1858 - 792 páginas
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1861 - 448 páginas
...she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound :<_ Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw but. his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
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Again she saw that bosom old, Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. 
