 There passed a weary time. Each throat was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, when looking westward, 1 beheld a something in the sky.  The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge - Стр. 7авторы: Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - Страниц: 331Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - Страниц: 240
...root } We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah wel-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. I saw a something in the Sky No bigger than my fist ; At first it seetn'da little speck And then... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - Страниц: 270
...root ; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah wel-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. lt)4 III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each eye, When, looking westward,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 356
...could not speak no more than if ' We had been choked with soot. ' Ah well-a-day! what evil looks ' Had I from old and young; *• Instead of the Cross the Albatross' About my neck was hung. m. ' I saw a something in the sky ' No-bigger than my fist; ' At first it seem'da little speck ' And... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 282
...; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each eye, When, looking westward, I... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Страниц: 280
...; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead of the Cross the Albatross Alxrct my neck was hung. III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each eye,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - Страниц: 330
...whereof they hang the dead tea-bird round hi* neck. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. t PART THE THIRD. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched,...weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye ! The ancient When looking westward, 1 beheld Mariner beholdeth a sign A something in the sky. in the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - Страниц: 334
...numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more. Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. The shipmates, in their sore distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner : in... | |
 | 1820 - Страниц: 774
...The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. In the " weary time" which follows, a spectre-ship sails between them and the " broad bright sun" in... | |
 | 1820 - Страниц: 784
...The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. In the " weary time" which follows, a spectre-ship sails between them and the " broad bright sun" in... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - Страниц: 440
...We could not speak, no more than if We had been choak'd with soot. Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. Mfme of tBe Ancient JMarfner. PART THE THIRD. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and... | |
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