 The shipmates, in their sore distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner: in sign whereof they hang the dead sea-bird round his neck. Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About...  The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - Сторінка 31автори: Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1906 - 88 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 стор.
...wither'd at the root } We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah wel-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead...of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. I saw a something in the Sky No bigger than my fist ; At first it seetn'da little speck And then... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 стор.
...wither'd at the root ; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah wel-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead...of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. lt)4 III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each eye, When, looking westward,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 стор.
...drouth Was wither'd at the root ; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and...of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each eye, When, looking westward, I... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 стор.
...' Was wither'd at the root; * We could not speak no more than if ' We had been choked with soot. ' Ah well-a-day! what evil looks ' Had I from old and...of the Cross the Albatross' About my neck was hung. m. ' I saw a something in the sky ' No-bigger than my fist; ' At first it seem'da little speck ' And... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 стор.
...drouth Was wither'd at the root ; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ; Instead of the Cross the Albatross Alxrct my neck was hung. III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each eye,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 стор.
...drouth Was withered at the root ; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and...of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. " So pass'da weary time; each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye, When, looking westward,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 стор.
...utter drouth Was withered at the root; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and...of the Cross the Albatross About my neck was hung. III. " So pass'da weary time ; each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye, When, looking westward,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 стор.
...what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. The shipmates, in their sore distress, would fain...whereof they hang the dead sea-bird round his neck. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. PART THE THIRD. The ancient Mariner beholdcth a sign in the element... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 стор.
...what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. The shipmates, in their sore distress, would fain...ancient Mariner : in sign whereof they hang the dead tea-bird round hi* neck. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. t PART THE THIRD. THERE passed a weary time.... | |
 | 1820 - 774 стор.
...danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead...of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. In the " weary time" which follows, a spectre-ship sails between them and the " broad bright sun" in... | |
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