 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pàgines
...on me, Had never pass'd away. An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high : But O ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's...yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky And no where did abide : Softly she was going up And a star or two befide — Her beams bemock'd the... | |
 | James Stanier Clarke, Stephen Jones, John Jones - 1799 - 714 pàgines
...on me, Had never pass'd away. An Orphan's curse would drag to Hell A Spirit from on high : But O ! more horrible than that Is the Curse in a dead man's...yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the Sky And no where did abide : Softly she was going up And a star or two beside. Her beams bemock'd the sultry... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pàgines
...on me, Had never pass'd away. An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high : But O ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's...yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky And no where did abide : Softly she was going up And a star or two beside— 173 Her beams bemock'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 pàgines
...never pass'd away. An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high : But O ! more -humble than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven...yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky And no where did abide : 7 Softly she was going up And a star or two beside— 173 Her beams bemock'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pàgines
...' Had never pass'd away. * An Orphan's Curse would drag to Hell * A .Spirit from on high: ' But O ! more horrible than that ' Is the Curse in a dead man's...I could not die. ' The moving moon went up the sky ' And no where did abide: * Softly she was going up ' And a star or two beside,— ' Her beams bemock'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pàgines
...on me, Had never pass'd away. An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high : But O ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's...And yet I could not die. The moving Moon went up the »ky And no where did abide : Softly she was going up And a star or two beside— Her beams bemock'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...eye, And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbsr Nor rot nor reek did they ; The look with which they looked on me, Had never passed...curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high :. But O ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights I saw that... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pàgines
...eye, And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs. Nor rot nor reek did they ; The look with which they looked on me. Had never passed...curse would drag to Hell A spirit from on high : But O ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's eye ! Seven days, seven nights I saw that... | |
 | 1834 - 918 pàgines
...And the dead were at my feet. " The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed...could not die. " The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did ahide : Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside— " Her beams bemocked the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 pàgines
...which they look'd OH me Had never pass'd away. But the curse liveth for him in the eye of the dead men. An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from...I could not die. The moving Moon went up the sky, And no where did abide : Softly she was going up, And a star or. two beside-— Her beams bemoek'd... | |
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The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But oh ! more horrible than that Is the curse in a dead man's... 
