 There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved...  The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - Сторінка 15автори: Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 51 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 стор.
...sky. At first it secm'da little speck, And then it seem'da mist; It moved and moved, and took at lost A certain shape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And slill it near'd and near'd : As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tack'd and veer'd. The... | |
 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 стор.
...passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. And the albatross begins to be avenged. A spirit had followed them; one of the invisible inhabitants... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 стор.
...THERE pass'da weary lime throat Was parch'd, and glazed each eye. A weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seera'da little speck, And then it seem'da mist ; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 стор.
...passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eve. A weary time ! a weary time ! How e appears, and he comes out a better and wiser man than he went in. I hail nearcd and neared: As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged, and tacked, and veered. With throats... | |
 | Joseph S. Moore - 1853 - 900 стор.
...passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye! When looking westward I beheld...certain shape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist I And still it neared and neared: As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tacked, and veered.... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 стор.
...passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye, When, looking westward, I beheld...it seemed a mist ; It moved and moved, and took at hist A certain shape I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it neared and neared ; As... | |
 | Melchior Yvan - 1854 - 386 стор.
...each eye, A weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld t A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little...and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist. phus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Piellus, may be consulted. They are very numerous,... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 стор.
...past a weary time. Each throat Was parch'd, and glazed each eye, A weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seem'da little speck, And then it seem'da mist ; It moved, and moved, and took at last A certain shape... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 стор.
...was hung. (j PART III. / " So pass'da weary time ; each throat IJ Was parched, and glazed each eye, V When, looking westward, I beheld ^^ A something in...wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it near'd and near'd ; » And as if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged, and tacked, and veered. With... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 444 стор.
...passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time ! a weary tune ! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld...And still it neared and neared ; As if it dodged a water sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered. With throats unslaked, with black lipa baked, We could... | |
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