 | 1902 - 874 pagina’s
...to speak, from her time-honored moorings—whither? She makes one think of the Ancient MarinerAlone on a wide, wide sea; So lonely 'twas that God Himself Scarce seemed there to be. In place of the old theological and ethical traditions which ruled and fenced In her existence, she... | |
 | 1845 - 442 pagina’s
...Shelley to Wordsworth, we can sympathise with the Ancient Mariner, and looking back can say, " The soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea, So lonely...'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be;" while looking forward we can rejoice with him in the prospect of being restored again to the kindly... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagina’s
...speech ; That moment that bis face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach. " What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The wedding-guests are there ; But in the garden bower the bride And bridemaids singing are ; And hark the little vesper bell, Which biddeth... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1845 - 846 pagina’s
...Btraineth him to traI know the man that must hear me : vel from Und "> Und> To him my tale I teach. What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The wedding-guests are there : But in the garden bower the bride And bridemaids singing are : And hark ! the little vesper bell, Which biddeth... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 pagina’s
...ever and anon throughout bu future life an •tony conetruin•th him to travel from land tu laud. But in the garden-bower the bride And bride-maids singing are : And hark ! the little vesper-bell, Which biddeth me to prayer. О Wedding-Guest! tliis soul hath been Alone ou a wide wide... | |
 | Elizabeth Caroline Grey - 1846 - 1042 pagina’s
...Where tears of penance come too late for grace, As on iir uprooted flower the genial rain? KKCLE. . . This soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea ; So...'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. CoLERiDcr.'s ANCIENT 9lABiNr.it. TRESE last two lines, figuratively speaking, were truly applicable... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pagina’s
...speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach. u What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The wedding-guests are there ; But in the garden bower the bride And bridemaids singing are ; And hark the little vesper bell, Which biddeth... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pagina’s
...speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach. What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The wedding-guests are there : But in the garden bower the bride And bridemaids singing are : And hark the little vesper bell Which biddeth me... | |
 | Forest Hill - 1846 - 920 pagina’s
...bursts from that door ? The wedding guests are there, But in the garden bower the bride And bride maids singing are. And hark, the little vesper bell Which biddeth me to prayer. Oh ! wedding guest, my soul hath been Alone on a wide, wide sea ; So lonely 'twas, that God himself... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 352 pagina’s
...teach. And to teach, by his own example, love and reverence to all luingi that Ond made and luveth. What loud uproar bursts from that door ! The wedding-guests...little vesper bell, Which biddeth me to prayer ! O Wedding- Guest ! this soul hath been Alone on a wide wide sea : So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce... | |
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I have strange power of speech ; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me : To him my tale I teach. 
