 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 Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Pàgina 108per Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 388 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pàgines
...they n'old : Thought I, I am as thin as air—- They cannot me behold. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship' Mov'd onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep From the land of mist and snow The spirit... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pàgines
...It ceas'd : 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 sleeping woods all night-- Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship Mov'd onward... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 pàgines
...month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship Mov'd onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep From the land of mist and snow The spirit... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pàgines
...It ceas'd : 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 sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship Mov'd onward... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 pàgines
...It ceas'd : 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 sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon \ve silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship Mov'd onward... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pàgines
...ceas'd; 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 sleeping woods all night ' Singeth a quiet tune. ' Listen, O listen, thou weddingrguest!' " Marinere! thou hast thy will; " For that, which comes out... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...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 sleeping 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sailed on, ^et never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship Moved onwaid from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep From the land of mist and snow The Spirit slid... | |
 | 1820 - 774 pàgines
...mute. It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise Eke of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. The conclusion has always appeared to us to be happy and graceful in the utmost degree. The actual... | |
 | 1820 - 784 pàgines
...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 sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. The conclusion has always appeared to us to be happy and graceful in the utmost degree. The actual... | |
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