 And every tongue, through utter drought, 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 young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.  The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Pagina 3door Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1874 - 420 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pagina’s
...he had follow'd us From the Land of Mist and Snow. And every tongue thro' ntter drouth Was 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 pagina’s
...he had follow'd us From the Land of Mist and Snow. And every tongue thro' utter drouth Was 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pagina’s
...followed us ' From the land of mist and snow. *• And every tongue thro' utter 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' About... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pagina’s
...he had follow'd us From the Land of Mist and Snow. And every tongue thro' utter 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 About my... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 pagina’s
...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, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pagina’s
...fathom deep he had followed us From the Land of Mist and Snow. And every tongue through 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 young ! Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pagina’s
...fathom deep he had followed us From the Land of Mist and Snow. And every tongue through 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 young ! Instead of the Cross the Albatross About my... | |
 | 1834 - 918 pagina’s
...spirit that plagued us so ; Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow. " And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered...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 Alhatross About... | |
 | 1820 - 774 pagina’s
...The death-fires 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...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... | |
 | 1820 - 784 pagina’s
...The death-fires 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...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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