...his bones ; Through the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth, Half whistles and half groans. The Sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out : At one stride comes the dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listen'd and look'd sideways...

...casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won, I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Surfs rim dips ,< the stars rush out : At one stride comes the dark ; With far -heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listen'd and look'd sideways...

...which had so sweetly spoken. " Have not I sung his marvellous voyage ? Here is part of the song : — The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea Off shot the spectre bark. We listen'd, and look'd sideways...

...his bones ; Through the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth, Half whistles and half groans. The Sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out : At one stride comes the dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listen'd and look'd side ways...

...altitude, presents but a hazy white. Evening recompenses for this, no doubt, were it not so brief; " The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark," and you have scarce opened your lattice to enjoy it, ere 'tis gone. The extensive view of Rome that...

...altitude, presents but a hazy white. Evening recompenses for this, no doubt, were it not so brief; " The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark," and you have scarce opened your lattice to enjoy it, ere 'tis gone. The extensive view of Rome that...

...twain were costing dice ; « The game is done ! I 've won, I 've won !* Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the Dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea Off stml the spectre-bark. We ut.n", I and look'd sideways up...

...twain were casting dice ; " Tho game is done ! I've won, I've won!" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. ! \'f Woods ! that listen to the night-birds' singing, j With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea Off shot the spectre-bark. We listen'd and look'd sideways up...

...the ancient mariner. " ' The game is llone ! I've won ! I've won !' Quoth she, imd whistles thrice. The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out ; At one stride comes the dark ; With far-hoard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. \\e listened and looked sideways...

...twain were casting dice; ' The game is done ! I've won, I've won ! Quoth she, and whistles thrice. " The Sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. " We listened and looked sideways...