 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 páginas
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? 167 Are those her Ribs, thro' which the Sun Did peer, as thro' a grate ? ^nd are those two all, all... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 páginas
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? Are those her Ribs, thro' which the Sun Did peer, as thro* a grate ? And are those two all, all her crew, That Woman, and... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 páginas
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? Are those her Ribs, thro' which the Sun Did peer, as thro' a grate ? And are those two all, all her crew, That Woman, and... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 páginas
...broad and burning face. • Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless...through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate ? And are those two all, all her crew, That Woman, and her Mate ? His bones were black with many a crack,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 páginas
..."With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless...gossameres ? Are those her Ribs, through which the Sun Did pner, as through a grate ? And are those two all, all her crew, That Woman, and her Mate ? His bones... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 páginas
...(Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a dungeon-grate he peer'd, With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast...sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres ! And its ribs are seen as bars on the face of the setting Sun. The spectrewoman and her deathmate,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 páginas
...(Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a dungeon-grate he peer'd, With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those lier sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres ! And its ribs are seen as bars on the... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 páginas
...(Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a dungeon-grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast...nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in tbe Sun, Like restless gossameres ! Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 páginas
...dungeon-grate he pccr'd, W ¡th broad and burning face. Alan! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) Hnw parental love? Yet that with jealous feelings strove,...diiom'd to prove Th' extremes of mortal good and ill. I« that a DB»TH? and arc there two? I* DUTH that woman's mate? Ikr lip« were red, her looks were... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 páginas
...him but the skeleton of a ship. As if through a dungeon-grate he peered, With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast...that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres! And its ribs ^re those her ribs through which the Sun are seen as o faSonhe'seV D«<1 peer, as through... | |
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Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres? 
