 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 стор.
...Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till...hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the fleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Listen, O listen, them Wedding-guest ! " Marinere !... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 стор.
...Nf)w like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till...the sleeping woods all night-- Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 стор.
...now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute; It ceas'd : yet still' the sails made onA pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 стор.
...like a lonely flute; ' And now it is an Angel's song ' That makes the Haavens be mute. ' It ceas'd; yet still the sails made on ' A pleasant noise till...the sleeping woods all night ' Singeth a quiet tune. ' Listen, O listen, thou weddingrguest!' " Marinere! thou hast thy will; " For that, which comes out... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 стор.
...Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon \ve silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 стор.
...Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 стор.
...instruments, Now like a lonely flute : And now itJs an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased : yet still the sails made on A pleasant...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sailed on, ^et never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 стор.
...instruments, Now like a lonely flute : And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased : yet still the sails made on A pleasant...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 стор.
...instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze- did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship,... | |
 | 1820 - 774 стор.
...instruments, Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the Heavens be mute. It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise Eke of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet... | |
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It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. 
