 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 páginas
...lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased ; yet still lor Hi- lonesome Under the keel nine fathom deep, •pint from the From the land of mist and snow, south-pole... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...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...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. PENANCE OF THE ANCIENT XARINBR, AND HIS REVERENT TEACUISQ. FORTHWITH this frame of mine wag wrenched... | |
 | 1834 - 784 páginas
...sounds of singing, as of the skylark and other hirds, and of sweet instruments; and when it ceases, " the sails made on A pleasant noise 'till noon, A noise...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune." Verily there is a strange spell, " a strange power of speech," in the Ancient Mariner which compels... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 394 páginas
...ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, /A noise like of a hidden brook Iii the leafy month of June, ; That to the sleeping woods...smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid : and it was he That... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1835 - 352 páginas
...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...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep, From... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 170 páginas
...darted to the sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed ; now one by one. It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise...smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep 5, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid ; and it was he... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 496 páginas
...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...woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 páginas
...ceased,' says the poet, speaking of a sound of heavenly voices about a ship — ' It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, —...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune." COLERIDGE. " The rural business of this month is made up of two employments, as beautiful to look at... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1838 - 492 páginas
...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...woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1840 - 582 páginas
...lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased ; yet still as, TJM tonMauM Under the keel nine fathom deep, jpirit from the From the land of mist and snow, r£±pT£... | |
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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... 
