 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 psl.
...Sometimes all little birds that are How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning, And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 psl.
...Nf)w like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till...the sleeping woods all night-- Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 psl.
...they seem'd to fill the sea and ah With thsir sweet jargoning. And now 'twas like all instruments.Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute; It ceas'd : yet still' the sails made onA pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 psl.
...Now like a lonely flute ; And now it is an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon \ve silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the Ship... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 psl.
...Sometimes all little birds that are How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning. And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceas'd : yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 psl.
...all little birds that are ' How they seem'd to fill the sea and air ' With their sweet jargoning. ' And now 'twas like all instruments, * Now like a lonely...flute; ' And now it is an Angel's song ' That makes the Haavens be mute. ' It ceas'd; yet still the sails made on ' A pleasant noise till noon. * A noise like... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 psl.
...Sometimes all little birds that are How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 psl.
...Sometimes all little birds that are How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute : And now itJs an angel's song That makes the heavens be mute. It ceased : yet still the sails made on A pleasant... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 psl.
...Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seem'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship,... | |
 | 1820 - 774 psl.
...Sometimes all little birds that are, How they lecm'd to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise Eke of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet... | |
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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. 
