 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 psl.
...never a sigh or groan, With heavy thump, a lifeless lump They dropp'd down one by one. Their fouls did from their bodies fly, They fled to bliss or woe ; And every soul it pass'd me by, Like the whiz of my Cross-bow, IV. *' I fear thee, ancyent Marinere ! " I fear thy skinny... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 psl.
...men, With never a sigh or groan, With heavy thump, a lifeless lump They dropp'd down one by one. Their souls did from their bodies fly, They fled to bliss or woe } And every soul it pass'd me by, Like- the whiz of- my Cross-bew. IV. " I fear thee, ancient Mariner ! " I fear thy skinny... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 psl.
...never a sigh or groan, ' With heavy thump, a lifeless lump ' They dropp'd down one by one. ' Their souls did from their bodies fly, ' They fled to bliss or woe: ' And every soul it pas&'d me by, * Like the whiz of my Cross-bow.' " I fear thec, ancyent Marinere! ' .1 fear thy... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 psl.
...men, With never a sigh or groan, With heavy thump, a lifeless lump They dropp'd down one by one. Their souls did from their bodies fly, They fled to bliss or woe ; And every soul it pass'd me by, Like the whiz of my Cross-bow. " I fear thee, ancient Mariner ! " I fear thy skinny hand... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 psl.
...men, With never a sigh or groan, With heavy thump, a lifeless lump They dropped down one by one. Their souls did from their bodies fly, They fled to...or woe ; And every soul it passed me by, Like the whiz of my Cross-bow." IV. . " I fear thee, ancient Mariner '. I fear thy skinny hand ; And thou art... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 psl.
...men, With never a sigh or groan, With heavy thump, a lifeless lump They dropped down one by one. Their souls did from their bodies fly, They fled to bliss...or woe ; And every soul it passed me by, Like the whiz of my Cross-bow." IV. " I fear thee, ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ; And thou art long... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 psl.
...Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang, And curs'd me with his eye. His shipmates drop down dead; Four times fifty living men, (And I heard nor sigh...thump, a lifeless lump, They dropped down one by one. But LIFE-IN- The souls did from their bodies fly, DEATH begins her work They fled to bliss or woe... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 psl.
...pang, And curs'd me with his eye. His ship- Four times fifty living men, mates drop ... ., down dead ; (And I heard nor sigh nor groan) With heavy thump, a lifeless lump, They dropped down one by one. But LIFE-IN- The souls did from their bodies fly,DEATH be- . gins her work They fled to bliss or woe... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 psl.
...Too quick for groan or sigh, Each turn'd his face with a ghastly pang, And curs'd me with his eye. Four times fifty living men, (And I heard nor sigh...or woe ! And every soul, it passed me by, Like the whiz of my CROSS-BOW ! The wedding-guest fcareth that a spirit is talking to him; But the ancient Mariner... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 psl.
...Too quick for grnan or sigh, I'ach turn'd his face with a ghastly pang. And curs'd me with his eye. Four times fifty living men, (And I heard nor sigh...dropped down one by one. The souls did from their bodice fly, They fled to blies or woe ! And every soul, it passed me by, Like the whiz of my CHOSS-BOW... | |
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Within the nether tip. One after one, by the star-dogged Moon, Too quick for groan or sigh, Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye. 
