 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - Страниц: 284
...than he ; Her flesh made the still air cold.. The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain were playing dice ; " The Game is done ! I 've won, I 've won !" Quoth she, and whistled thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled through his bones ; Thro' the hole of... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - Страниц: 284
...than he ; Her flesh made the still air cold. The naked Hulk alongside came And the Twain-were playing dice ; " The Game is done ! I 've won, I 've won !" Quoth she, and whistled thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled through his bones ; Thro' the hole of... | |
 | 1820 - Страниц: 774
...verses ore, we think, quite new. The second of them is, perhaps, the most exquisite in the whole poem. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won, I've won !" Quoth (he, and whistles thrice. The iVtm'i rim dipt ; Ote tiara ruth out :... | |
 | 1820 - Страниц: 784
...verses are, we think, quite new. The second of them is, perhaps, the most exquisite in the whole poem. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won, I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Surfs rim dips ,< the stars rush out :... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - Страниц: 440
...as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mair LIFE-IN-UEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice : " The game is done ! I've won ! I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. A gust of wind sterte up behind And whistled... | |
 | Constantine Henry Phipps Marquess of Normanby - 1825 - Страниц: 336
...altitude, presents but a hazy white. Evening recompenses for this, no doubt, were it not so brief; " The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark," and you have scarce opened your lattice to enjoy it, ere 'tis gone. The extensive view of Rome that... | |
 | Constantine Henry Phipps (1st marq. of Normanby.) - 1825 - Страниц: 332
...altitude, presents but a hazy white. Evening recompenses for this, no doubt, were it not so brief; " The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark," and you have scarce opened your lattice to enjoy it, ere 'tis gone. The extensive view of Rome that... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - Страниц: 838
...yellow as gold: Her skin wan as white as leprosy, The Nipht Mair LIFK-IN-DEITH was ehe, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were canting dice; The grame is done ! 14e, I've won ! Quoth the, and whistles thrice. The Sun's rim dips;... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - Страниц: 575
...as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mare LIFB-IK-DEATB was she, Who thicks man's s sacrificed to the honour of that God with whom he was afterwards costing dice ; « The game is done ! I 've won, I 've won !* Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Sun's... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - Страниц: 628
...The naked hulk alongside camp, And the twain were casting dice ; " Tho game is done ! I've won, I've oll, Yield homage only to eternal laws ! \'f Woods ! that listen to the night-birds' singing, j With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea Off shot the spectre-bark. We listen'd and look'd sideways up... | |
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Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-mare LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; 'The game is done! I've won! I've won! 
