| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pàgines
...night thro' fog smoke-white Glimme'r'd the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancyent Maririere ! " From the fiends that plague thee thus — " Why look'st thou so ;" — with my cross bow I shot the Albatross. II. The Sun came up upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; And broad... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pàgines
...perch'd for vespers nine, Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! " From the fiends...thee thus — " Why look'st thou so ?" — with my cross bow I shot the Albatross. II. The Sun now rose upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; Still... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 pàgines
...perch'd for vespers nine, . Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! " From the fiends...thee thus — " Why look'st thou so ? — with my cross bow I shot the Albatross. II. The Sun now rose upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; Still... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pàgines
...perch'd for vespers nine, Whiles all the night thro' fog-smoke white Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! " From the fiends...thee thus — " Why look'st thou so ? — with my cross bow I shot the Albatross. II. The Sun now rose upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; Still... | |
| William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...Whiles all the night through fog-smoke white Glimmered the white moon-shine." " God save thee, antient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus !— Why look'st thou so ?" — " With my cross bow I shot the Albatross." II. " The Sun now rose upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; Still... | |
| William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...Whiles all the night through fog-smoke white Glimmered the white moon-shine." " God save thee, antjeht Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus ! — Why look'st thou so ?" — " With my cross bow I shot the Albatross." II. " The Sun now rose upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; Still... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 pàgines
...for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine. X, " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends,...plague thee thus !Why look'st thou so?"— With my cross- killeth the ' pious bird of The ancient bow I shot the ALBATBOSS ! good omen. THE RIME OF THE... | |
| 1820 - 774 pàgines
...for vesper* nine ; Whiles all the night, through fag-cmoke white. Glimmered the white Moon-shine. "- God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus ! — Why look'st Uiou so ?" — With my crossbow I shot the ALBATROSS ! All the subsequent miseries of the crew are... | |
| 1834 - 918 pàgines
...even after his escape — when " the ship goes down like lead," he continues all life long a slave. " God save thee, Ancient Mariner, From the fiends that plague thee thus." We remember the time when there was an outcry among the common critics, " What ! all for shooting a... | |
| 1820 - 784 pàgines
...fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fienda that plague thee thus !— Why look'st thou so ?" — With my crossbow I shot the ALBATROSS ! All the subsequent miseries of the crew are represented by the poet as having been the consequences... | |
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