 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 стор.
...blew. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,...pray — " O let me be awake, my God ! " Or let me fleep alway !" 0 The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 стор.
...• O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,...let me be awake, my God ! " Or let me sleep alway 1" The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 стор.
...my God ! " Or let me sleep alway I" The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn 1 And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of...no less That stands above the rock : The moonlight steep'd in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 стор.
...blew. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,...no less That stands above the rock : The moonlight steep'd in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light. Till rising... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 стор.
...blew. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,...the shadow of the moon. The rock shone bright, the kiric no less That stands above the rock : The moonlight steep'd in silentness The steady weathercock.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 стор.
...And I with sobs did pray— ' O let me be awake, my God! ' Or let me sleep alway! ' The harbour bay was clear as glass, ' So smoothly it was. strewn-!...bay the moonlight lay, ' And the shadow of the moon. 1 The moonlight bay was white all o'er, ' Till rising from the same, ' Full many shapes, that shadows... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 стор.
...blew. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar,...no less That stands above the rock : The moonlight s.eeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 стор.
...blew. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? ' We drifted o'er the...harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was stre'vn ! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the moon. The rock shone bright, the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 стор.
...this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And the ancient Mariner brlioldcl.h his native country. We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did...moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies, And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 стор.
...is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And the ancient Mariner beholdeth his native country. We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did...bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the moon. 31 The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock : The moonlight steeped in silentness... | |
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The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock.... 
