 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.  The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - 21 psl.autoriai: Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1906 - 50 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 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 noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the fleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Listen, O listen,... | |
 | 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 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 psl.
...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 of a hidden brook ' In the leafy month of June, ' That to the sleeping woods all night ' Singeth a quiet tune. ' Listen,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 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 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 psl.
...It 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. Till noon \ve silently sail'd on Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 psl.
...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 sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 psl.
...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 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 psl.
...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 sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we... | |
 | 1820 - 774 psl.
...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 Eke of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet... | |
 | 1820 - 784 psl.
...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. The conclusion has always appeared to us to be happy and graceful in the utmost degree. The actual... | |
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