 the white Moon-shine. 4< God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus !— Why look'st thou so ?"—With my crossbow I shot the ALBATROSS ! All the subsequent miseries of the crew are represented by the poet as having been the...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Сторінка 61820Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 стор.
...Whiles all the night through fog-smoke white Glimmered the white moon-shine." " God save thee, antjent Mariner! From the fiends that plague thee thus !— Why look'st thou so ?"—" With my cross bow I shot the Albatross." II. " The Sun now rose upon the right, Out of the Sea came he ; Still... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 стор.
...vespers nine ; Whilst all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine. '• world unknown With all its shadowy shapes is shown ; Who scest appall' I—- Why look'st thou so .'"—With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross! PART II. The sun now rose upon... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 стор.
...for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white Moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that...thou so ?"—With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATROSS. The ancient Mariner pious bird of good omen. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. PART THE SECOND. THE... | |
 | 1829 - 558 стор.
...of his obvious agony, and then it bursts from him in the fewest words that could express the fact : 'God save thee, Ancient Mariner ! From the fiends that plague thee thus !— AVhy look'st thou so ?—With my cross-bow I shot the ALBATBOSS !' And when his ship-mates perish,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Percy Bysshe Shelley, John Keats - 1832 - 632 стор.
...for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fogsmoke white, Glimmer'd the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends, that plague thee thus! Why look'st thou so?"—With my cross-bow I shot the Albatkoss. PAKT II. The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the... | |
 | Abby Jane Morrell - 1833 - 260 стор.
...perched for vespers nine ; Glimmered the white moonshine. Whitest all the night, through fog smock white, God save thee, ancient mariner, From the fiends that plague thee thus! Why look'st thou eoV .With my crossbow I shot the albatross ! • The sun now rose upon the sight; Out of the sea came... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1835 - 352 стор.
...for vespers nine; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that...thou so ?"—With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross. PART II. THE Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 394 стор.
...for vespers nine ; Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white, Glimmered the white moon-shine. " God save thee, ancient Mariner! From the fiends, that plague thee thus!— pious bird of Why look'st thou so ?"—With my cross-bo\ good omen. J shot the albatross . PART 11.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 496 стор.
...or cloud on mast or shroud It perched for vespers nine, Whiles all the night through fog-smoke white "God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends...plague thee thus !— Why look'st thou so?"—" With ray cross bow I shot the albatross." " The sun now rose upon the right, Oat of the sea came he; Still... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1838 - 492 стор.
...cloud on mast or shroud It perched for vespers nine, Whiles all the night through fog-smoke white ' God save thee, ancient Mariner ! From the fiends that...thee thus !— Why look'st thou so ?"—" With my cross bow I shot the albatross." " The sun now rose upon the right, Out of the sea came he; Still hid... | |
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