 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 стор.
...thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious...they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free ; "We were the first that ever... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 стор.
...That made the breeze to blow. Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious...they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew The furrow followed free ; We were the first that ever burst... | |
 | Melchior Yvan - 1854 - 386 стор.
...! said they, the bird to slay That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own headt, The glorious sun uprist ; Then all averred, I had...they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew J, The furrow followed free ; We were the first that ever... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 стор.
...That made the breeze to blow ; Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious sun uprist ; Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to... | |
 | 1854 - 456 стор.
...blow : F^*00" But when the fog Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor 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... | |
 | 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 - 432 стор.
...That made the breeze to blow. Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious...they, such birds to slay That bring the fog and mist. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free ; We were the first that ever burst... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1858 - 792 стор.
...That made the breeze to blow. Ah wretch ! said they, the bird to slay, That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious...they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew The furrow followed free ; We were the first that ever burst... | |
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Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 
