 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
 | Timothy Stone Pinneo - 1847 - 502 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 at...speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time ! a weary time... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 pagina’s
...could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah ! well-a-day ! what evil look« Had 1 from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. PART III The shipmate!, in Ihuir sure dtotri'u would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 pagina’s
...followed из From the land of mist and snow. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at tho d ; but strip it of its towers, fill up the fosse, unbarricade well-a-day ! what evil looka Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross the albai About my neck... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 pagina’s
...may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there Is no climate or element without one or more. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered...About my neck was hung. The ship-mates, In their sore dietrees, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner ; in Bignwhereoftbey hang the dead... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 pagina’s
...may be consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more. And every tongue, through utter drought^ Was withered...speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. The ship-mates, • . , , n' -•! I ' i . .! ii in then* sore disAh ! well a-day ! what evil looks... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 pagina’s
...could not spenk, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Ah ! well-a-day ! what evil looks (lad I from old and young ! instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. PART III The shipmate», in th(;>r ноге clirtre« would f'lijn throw the wlioln ffuilt on the ancient... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 pagina’s
...may be consulted. They are very numerous, und there is no climate or element without one or more. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered...Albatross About my neck was hung. The ship-mates, in their sure distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner ; in sign whereof they hang... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 pagina’s
...had follow'd us From the land of mist and snow. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was wither'd at the root; We could not speak, no more than if We...of the cross, the albatross About my neck was hung. TART in. There past a weary time. Each throat Was parch'd, and glazed each eye, A weary time ! a weary... | |
 | Melchior Yvan - 1854 - 386 pagina’s
...planet, neither departed souls nor angels : concerning whom the learned Jew, JoseAPPENDIX. 313 And every tongue, through utter drought Was withered at...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... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 pagina’s
...spirit that plagued us so; Nine fathom deep ne had followed us Prom the land of mist and snow. And every tongue, through utter drought, "Was withered...speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. THE BIITIIE OF THE ATfCIEIfT MAEINE3. 169 All ! well a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young... | |
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