 Are those her ribs through which the Sun, Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a DEATH ? and are there two ? Is DEATH that woman's mate ? Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold : Her skin...  Favourite English poems and poets - 494 psl.autoriai: English poems - 1870 - 672 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 psl.
...broad and burning face. • Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless...through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate ? And are those two all, all her crew, That Woman, and her Mate ? His bones were black with many a crack,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 psl.
...The spectrewoman and her deathmate, and no other on board the skeleton-ship. Like vessel, like crew! Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer,...yellow as gold : Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mair LIFE-IN-DEATH was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. DEATH, and The naked hulk alongside... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 psl.
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nccrs and neers ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless...yellow as gold, Her skin was as white as leprosy, t The Night-Mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. But we must come to Mr. Coleridge's... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 psl.
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neers and neers ? Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless...yellow as gold, Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Night-Mate Life.in-Death wot she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. But we must come to Mr Coleridge's... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 psl.
...¡th broad and burning face. Alan! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) Hnw fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless...as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? I« that a DB»TH? and arc there two? I* DUTH that woman's mate? Ikr lip« were red, her looks were... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 psl.
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she ncars and nears ! attempt to reform the world, paid the forfeit of his...the universe in his name. Whilst the one it» a hyp Т Is that a DEATH, and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate Ï Her lips were red, her look«... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 342 psl.
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neers and neers! Are those her sails that glance in the sun Like restless...leprosy, The Night-Mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. But we must come to Mr. Coleridge's story with our subtlest imaginations... | |
 | 1834 - 512 psl.
...broad and burning face. " Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless...leprosy, The Night-mare, Life-in-Death was she Who thicks man's blood with cold. " The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; ' The... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 394 psl.
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in the sun, Like restless...leprosy, The Night-mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice ; " The... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1835 - 350 psl.
...those her ribs, through which the sun Did peer as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crewP Is that a death ? and are there two ? Is Death that...leprosy, The Night-Mare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. But we must come to Mr. Coleridge's story with our subtlest imaginations... | |
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