 | Melchior Yvan - 1854 - 386 стор.
...And I had done a hellish thing *, And it would work 'em woe ; For all averred, I had killed the bird That made 'the breeze to blow : Ah, wretch ! said...the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own headt, The glorious sun uprist ; Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.... | |
 | 1854 - 456 стор.
...all averred, I had killed the bird """.VuS' That made the breeze to blow : F^*00" But when the fog Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay That made...red, like God's own head, The glorious sun uprist ; . fie"/".!'?} Then all averred, I had killed the bird ind"™.'' That brought the fog and mist :... | |
 | Mrs. Gordon - 1854 - 408 стор.
...cloud ; brighter and brighter yet it glowed, till all at once, above the loftiest mountain crest, " Nor dim, nor red, like God's own head, The glorious sun uprist." A flood of splendour burst upon the scene, as if sleeping Nature had suddenly awakened, and cast off... | |
 | 1855 - 458 стор.
...MARINER. For all averred, I had killed the bird Suilh*' That made the breeze to blow : K.°' g°'"J Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay That made...breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, fh°lroSe° The glorious sun uprist ; uiea,"u«ir> Then all averred, I had killed the bird idfh".''... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 стор.
...'em woe ; For all averred, I had killed the bird £?"£*:' That made the breeze to blow : £.0< good Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay That made...breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, thueflgen The glorious sun uprist ; fheeyrjustify Then all averred, I had killed the bird andiS' That... | |
 | Henry Theodore Cheever - 1855 - 438 стор.
...said, We had done a hellish thing, And it would work us woe : Stout they averr'd we had kill'd the bird That made the breeze to blow. Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow ! If superstition always made men thus humane, we might almost mourn that its dominion is passing away... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 стор.
...all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. if Nor dim nor red, like an angel's head, \ / The glorious sun uprist ; \ ! Then all averred, I had killed the bird \ I ' ... \ That brought the fog and mist. \/Twas right, said they, such birds to slay/ ^3Hjat bring... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1856 - 358 стор.
...language as he uses — wild, unearthly, unlike the discourse of human beings ! And such imagery — "nor dim nor red, like God's own head, the glorious sun uprist" — "as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean !" And such a tale he tells ! Like the phantasmagoria... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 126 стор.
...And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. 1 Ah wretch ! ' said they, ' the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow ! ' His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck. " Nor dim... | |
 | 1858 - 460 стор.
...And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe ; For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow : Ah, wretch ! said they,...had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist : 'T was right, said they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. The fair breaze blew, the... | |
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And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. 
