 | 1860 - 894 стор.
...shore. At last — (it was the Christmas night; Stars shone after a day of storm) — Ho sees float near an iceberg white, And on it — Christ ! — a living form ! That furtive mien — that scowling eye — (Jf hair that black and tufted fell It i- — oh, where shall Brandan fly ? The traitor Judas,... | |
 | 1860 - 860 стор.
...convents more! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd; The sea without a human shore. At last—(it was the Christmas night; Stars shone after a day of storm)— He sees float near an iceberg white, And on it—Christ!—a living form.! That furtive mien—that scowling eye—... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1867 - 226 стор.
...more ! The hurtling Polar lights are neared, The sea without a human shore. At last — (it was the Christmas night, Stars shone after a day of storm)...mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell It is — O, where shall Brandan fly ? — The traitor Judas, out of hell! Palsied with terror... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1874 - 524 стор.
...see the story of St. Braudan, so exquisitely told by Mr. Matthew Arnold : — " At last (it was the Christmas night ; Stars shone after a day of storm) He sees float by an iceberg white, And on it — Christ ! — a living form ! ' ' That furtive mien, that scowling... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1874 - 528 стор.
...Arnold : — " At last (it was the Christmas night ; Stars shone after a day of storm) He sees float by an iceberg white, And on it — Christ ! — a living form ! ' ' That furtive minn, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell ; It is— oh, where shall Brandan fly ?... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1877 - 292 стор.
...more ! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd, The sea without a human shore. At last — (it was the Christmas night; Stars shone after a day of storm)...mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell It is — Oh, where shall Brandan fly? — The traitor Judas, out of hell! Palsied with terror,... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1877 - 290 стор.
...now no bells, no convents more! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd, The sea without a human shore. That furtive mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell It is—Oh, where shall Brandan fly?— The traitor Judas, out of hell! Palsied with terror, Brandan... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 376 стор.
...more ! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd, The sea without a human shore. At last— (it was the Christmas night, Stars shone after a day of storm)...mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell It is — Oh, where shall Brandan fly? — The traitor Judas, out of hell ! Palsied with terror,... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 358 стор.
...convents more! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd, The sea without a human shore. At last—(it was the Christmas night, Stars shone after a day of storm)— He sees float past an iceberg white, And on it—Christ!—a living form! That furtive mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1878 - 396 стор.
...convents more ! The hurtling Polar lights are near'd, The sea without a human shore. At last—(it was the Christmas night; Stars shone after a day of storm)— He sees float past an iceberg white, And on it—Christ!—a living form. That furtive mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell... | |
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At last — (it was the Christmas night; Stars shone after a day of storm) — He sees float past an iceberg white, And on it — Christ! — a living form. That furtive mien, that scowling eye, Of hair that red and tufted fell It is — Oh, where shall... 
