 twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. " It ceased"; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to...  The Poetical Works of S. T. Coleridge - Pagina 16door Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 331 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pagina’s
...ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Tin noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe: Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagina’s
...hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all nicht Singeth a quiet luue. r joy, That maddening wine of life, whose dregs they...drain To deep intoxication; and uplift. Like Monads ónwaitt from beneath. Under the keel nine fatliom deep, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit... | |
 | 1829 - 558 pagina’s
...ceas'd ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon ; A noise, like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night, Singeth a quiet tune !'— ii. p. 24, 25. These angels, sent down by the Virgin Mary, to whom the Mariner had prayed in... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 878 pagina’s
...ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Coleridge. "There is a greater accession ot flowers, in this month than in any other. In addition to... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagina’s
...ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In Hi- lonesome Under the keel nine fathom deep, •pint from the From the land of mist and snow, south-pole... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagina’s
...It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. PENANCE OF THE ANCIENT XARINBR, AND HIS REVERENT TEACUISQ. FORTHWITH this frame of mine wag wrenched... | |
 | 1834 - 784 pagina’s
...when it ceases, " the sails made on A pleasant noise 'till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune." Verily there is a strange spell, " a strange power of speech," in the Ancient Mariner which compels... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 680 pagina’s
...then, in reminding you of these murmurs, be reminds you of the poets. A noise as of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. — Coleridge. Yes, the brook 'singeth; but it would not sing so well, — it would not have that tone... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 170 pagina’s
...ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods...onward from beneath. Under the keel nine fathom deep 5, From the land of mist and snow, The spirit slid ; and it was he That made the ship to go. The saila... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 496 pagina’s
...ceased : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship, Moved onward... | |
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