 Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said — "And they answered not our cheer! The planks looked warped! and see those sails, How thin they are and sere! I never saw aught like to them. Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook...  Sibylline Leaves– A Collection of Poems - 35 psl.autoriai: Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 303 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 psl.
...sails, How thin they are and sere ! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were " ' Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along,...the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.' " ' Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look,' The pilot made reply — ' I am a-feared'... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1866 - 108 psl.
...When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below That eats the she-wolf's young.' " ' Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look — (The Pilot made reply) I am a feared' — 'Push on, push on!' Said the Hermit cheerily. "The boat came closer to the ship, Bat... | |
 | English poetry - 1867 - 336 psl.
...sere ! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag 20 My forest-brook along ; When the ivy-tod is heavy...she-wolfs young." " Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look — 25 (The pilot made reply) I am a-fear'd " " Push on, push on ! " Said the Hermit cheerily. The... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1868 - 714 psl.
...sails, How thin they are and sere ! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were "Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along...the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young." The ship suddenly Biufcetli. " Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look — (The Pilot... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1869 - 204 psl.
...sails, How thin they are and sere ! I never saw ought like to them, Unless perchance it were " Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along...it hath a fiendish look — (The Pilot made reply) F urn *-&BBdT'^— -'GKuE on. -nutl onJ" Ssid-the Hermit. d The bane flama dttnKir to ftHcIl mnrsjfatenairaiiirniL;:... | |
 | Hugh Miller - 1869 - 436 psl.
...peril and prodigy, to ' Brown skeletons of leaves that lay The forest brook a!6ng, When the ivy tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below ; ' and you must have often marked the extreme delicacy of those deposited leaves, macerated during... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1870 - 530 psl.
...sails, How thin they are and sere ! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along...on!' Said the hermit cheerily. The boat came closer to the ship, * But I nor spake nor stirred ; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 psl.
...sails, How thin they are and sere ! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were " ' Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along...' Said the Hermit cheerily. " The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred ; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1870 - 264 psl.
...sails, How thin they are and sere ! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along...on!" Said the hermit cheerily. The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred ; The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 psl.
...sails, How thin they nre and sear ! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown nd crimson was the juice of the vintage that we t roil ; For we trampled on the throng o POEMS OF FANCY. 651 Anil the owlet whoops to the wolf below, Tliat eats the she-wolfs young.' 'Dear... | |
| |
