 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pàgines
...And there the dead men lay. " I look'd to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; [sky For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the Lay, like a cloud, on my weary eye, And the dead... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pàgines
...And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as...like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. BUI the, The cold sweat melted from their limbs, cun. liT.th ,,.,., ' for inn. iii Nor rot nor... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pàgines
...And there the dead men lay. " I look'd to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; [sky For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the Lay, like a cloud, on my weary eye, And the dead... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 pàgines
...And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But, or ever a prayer had gushed, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...beat ; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the Lay like a load on my weary eye, The wedding guest feareth that a spirit is talking to him ; But the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 352 pàgines
...And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; Mr. Wordsworth. It was on n dnligutftil wnlk from Nether Stowey to Dulverton, with him nnd his sistm,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1848 - 406 pàgines
...planned, and in part composed. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, But the curst Nor rot nor reek did they : ?™£ i™^... | |
 | John Aikin - 1850 - 764 pàgines
...mv eyes awayj *nd. I look'd upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I look'd to heaven, from his youth A shepherd's life he led, and view'd...each night The starry host; and still, where'er he feet. let the c«ne M- The cold sweat melted from their elk far bim In the mo. Nor rot nor reek did... | |
 | Henry Theodore Cheever - 1850 - 330 pàgines
...alone, Alone on a wide, wide eea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony. I closed my lips, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat...like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reck did they : The look with which they... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 pàgines
...And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gushed, hape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And...lips b&kcd, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utt feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbe, Nor rot nor reek did they; The look with which they looked... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 pàgines
...And there^tfre dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...like a load on my weary 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... | |
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A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. 
