 With broad and burning face. Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres?  Essays - Pàgina 28per Leigh Hunt - 1841 - 79 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pàgines
...And strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars (Heaven's mother send us grace) As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those ber Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? B Are those... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 pàgines
...strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars • (Heaven's mother send us grace) As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the SunLike restless gossameres ? 167 Arc those... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pàgines
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? 167 Are those her Ribs, thro' which the Sun Did peer, as thro' a grate ? ^nd are those two all, all... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pàgines
...strait the sun was fleck'd with bars, ' (Heaven's mother send us grace) ' As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd ' With broad and burning face. ' Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) ' How fast she neres and neres ! ' Are those her sails that glance in the sun ' Like restless Gossaperes ? ' Are those... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pàgines
...And strait the Sun was fleck'd with bars (Heaven's Mother send us grace) As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? Are those her... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 pàgines
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? Are those her Ribs, thro' which the Sun Did peer, as thro* a grate ? And are those two all, all her crew, That Woman, and... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...Sun was flecked with bars (Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a dungeon grate he peered "With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? Are those her... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...Sun was flecked with bars (Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a dungeon grate he peered With broad and burning face. • Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? Are those her... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 pàgines
...wind or tide!1 It seemeth him but the skeleton of a ship. And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a...! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres ! And its ribs... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 pàgines
...that strange ship drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a...! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nccrs and neers ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres ? Are those... | |
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