 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 pagina’s
...The Death-fires danc'd at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green and blue and white. And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so : Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us From the Land of Mist and Snow. And every tongue thro' ntter drouth Was wither'd at the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 pagina’s
...The Death-fires danc'd at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green and blue and white. And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so : Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us From the Land of Mist and Snow. And every tongue thro' utter drouth Was wither'd at the... | |
 | 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pagina’s
...death-fires danc'd at night; ' The water, like a witch's oils, ' Burnt green, and blue, and white.. * And some in dreams assured were ' Of the Spirit that plagued...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pagina’s
...The Death-fires danc'd at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green and blue and white. And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued us so : Nine fathom deep he had follow'd us From the Land of Mist and Snow. And every tongue thro' utter drouth Was wither'd at the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pagina’s
...The Death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green and blue and white. And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued...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.... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pagina’s
...The Death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green and blue and white. And some in dreams assured were Of the Spirit that plagued...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... | |
 | 1834 - 918 pagina’s
...death- tin's danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, aud blue, and white. " And some in dreams assured were Of the spirit that plagued...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 Alhatross About... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 pagina’s
...Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. « And some in dreams assured were Of the spirit that plagued...snow. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was wither'd at the root ; We could not speak, no more than if We had been choak'd with soot. A spirit... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 pagina’s
...death-fires ihnced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white. And some in dreams assured were Of the spirit that plagued...snow. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was wither'd at the root, We could not speak, no more than if We had been choak'd with soot. Ah ! well... | |
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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. 
