 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...  Little Classics - Pagina 28geredigeerd door - 1875Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pagina’s
...Albatross About my neck was hung. 164 III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each eye, When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seem'da little speck An4 then it seem'da mist : It mov'd and mov'd, and took at last A certain shape,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pagina’s
...Albatross About my neck was hung. III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each 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 mov'd and mov'd, and took at last A certain shape,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 pagina’s
...Albatross Alxrct my neck was hung. III. So past a weary time ; each throat Was parch'd, and glaz'd each 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 mov'd and mov'd, and took at last A certain shape,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pagina’s
...Albatross About my neck was hung. III. " So pass'da weary time; each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye, When, looking westward, I beheld A something...moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it ner'd and ner'd ; And as if it dodged a water-sprite,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pagina’s
...Albatross About my neck was hung. III. " So pass'da weary time ; each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye, When, looking westward, I beheld A something...moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it ner'd and ner'd ; And as if it dodged a water-sprite,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 pagina’s
...ANCIENT MARINER. PART THE THIRD. The ancient Mariner beholdcth a sign in the element afar off. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and...How glazed each weary eye ! When looking westward, 1 beheld A something in the sky. At first it seem'da little speck, And then it seem'da mist : It moved... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 pagina’s
...they hang the dead tea-bird round hi* neck. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. t PART THE THIRD. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and...weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye ! The ancient When looking westward, 1 beheld Mariner beholdeth a sign A something in the sky. in the... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 pagina’s
...JMarfner. PART THE THIRD. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. f A weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary...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 [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 pagina’s
...they hang the dead sea-oird round his neck. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. PART THE THIRD. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and...weary time ! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, The ancient When looking westward, I beheld Mariner be- ° ' ' hoidetn a sign A something in the sky.... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pagina’s
...Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. Ill THERE passed a weary time. Each thro»i Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time ! a weary time ' How glazed each weary eyr! When looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. 268 269 Л «peck, a mlet, a shape, I... | |
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