 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 92 pàgines
...carries on the ship as far as the Line, io obedience to the angelic troop, but stili requireth vengeance. Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The Spirit slid: and it was he 380 That macie the ship to go. The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood stili also.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 92 pàgines
...carries on the ship as far as the Line, in obedience to the angelic troop, but still toquireth vengeance. Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The Spirit slid: and it was he 380 That made the ship to go. The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also.... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 356 pàgines
...we quiedy sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep, From...still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 pàgines
...quietly sailed on, yet never a breeze did breathe: slowly and smoothly went the ship, moved onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep, from...still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, had fixed her to the ocean: but in a minute she 'gan stir, with a short uneasy motion — backwards and... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 pàgines
...carries on the ship as far as the Line, in obedience to the angelic troop, but still requireth vengeance. Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of...still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion — Backwards and... | |
 | J. A. B. Collier, J. Murray Longmore, Mark Brinsden - 2006 - 866 pàgines
...quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep, From the land of mist and snow. The spirit stid: and it was he Samuel Taylor Colendi» Part V of Thot mode the ship to go. the Rime of the Ancient... | |
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The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then, like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung... 
