 | 1828 - 814 pagina’s
...the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, :. Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...lit sea beneath. Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagina’s
...on the hack of my sailing rack. When the morning-star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag. ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With... | |
 | 1832 - 598 pagina’s
...on the back of my sailing rack, When the mormng star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With... | |
 | 1831 - 542 pagina’s
...on the back of my sailing rack. When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit,...golden wings ; And when sunset may breathe, from the sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 pagina’s
...the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead ; A> on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of lore, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1833 - 850 pagina’s
...the back of my sailing; rack, When the morning star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest on mine... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 pagina’s
...on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 pagina’s
...on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pagina’s
...on the hack of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven ahove, With wings folded I rest, on mine... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 pagina’s
...on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit,...lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine... | |
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Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath... 
