 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
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 psl.
...to them, Unless perchance it were " Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest brook alonI;; Whin the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, And the owlet whoops to the wnlf below That eats the she-wolf's young.' " ' Dear Lord ! it has a fiendish look (The Pilot made... | |
 | 1872 - 660 psl.
...sails, How thin they are, nnd sear! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were " ' Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along,...to the wolf below That eats the she-wolfs young.' " The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred : The boat came close beneath the ship,... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 psl.
...How thin they are and sere ! 530 I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were " 'Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along ; When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow, 535 And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolf's young.' " ' Dear Lord ! it hath... | |
 | 1872 - 900 psl.
...sails, How thin they are and sear ! I never saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed. WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. MY COUNTRY. FR de.ul зPOEMS OF FANCY. 651 f And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, That eats the she-wolfs young.'... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 psl.
...skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along, 650 ГОЕМЗ OF FANCY. And the owlet whoopsto And still new beauties meet — '1 am a-feared.' — ' Tush -on, push on ! ' Said the hermit cheerily. The boat came closer to... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 psl.
...saw aught like to them, Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My foreat-brook e cave of the mountain afar, While his harp rung symphonious, a hermit began: No more wit eata the ehe- wolf's young." " Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look — (The pilot made reply) I am... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1873 - 472 psl.
...Unless perchance it were Brown skeletons of leaves that lag My forest-brook along ; 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... | |
 | Casket - 1873 - 912 psl.
...When the ivy tod is heavy with enow, And the owlet whoops to the wolf below. That eat* the ahe-wolf 'e young." Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look— (The Pilot made reply) am a feared " — " Push on, push on !" Said the Hermit cheerily. fhe boat came closer to the ship,... | |
 | Charles Bruce (writer of tales) - 1874 - 582 psl.
...these 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...pilot made reply) I am a-feared." " Push on, push on I " Said the hermit cheerily. The boat came closer to the ship, But I nor spake nor stirred ; The boat... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1874 - 470 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... | |
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