 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 páginas
...I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe : For all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. Nor dim nor red, like God's...they, such birds to slay, That bring the fog and mist. The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew, The furrow followed free ; "We were the first that ever... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 páginas
...I had kill'd the bird That made the breeze to blow ; Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious sun uprist ; Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the bird That brought the fog and mist. 'Twas right, said they, such birds to... | |
 | 1854 - 456 páginas
...That made the breeze to blow : F^*00" But when the fog Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious sun uprist ; . fie"/".!'?} Then all averred, I had killed the bird ind"™.'' That brought the fog and mist :... | |
 | Mrs. Gordon - 1854 - 408 páginas
...cloud ; brighter and brighter yet it glowed, till all at once, above the loftiest mountain crest, " Nor dim, nor red, like God's own head, The glorious sun uprist." A flood of splendour burst upon the scene, as if sleeping Nature had suddenly awakened, and cast off... | |
 | Melchior Yvan - 1854 - 386 páginas
...I had killed the bird That made 'the breeze to blow : Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own headt, The glorious sun uprist ; Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.... | |
 | 1855 - 458 páginas
...bird Suilh*' That made the breeze to blow : K.°' g°'"J Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, fh°lroSe° The glorious sun uprist ; uiea,"u«ir> Then all averred, I had killed the bird idfh".''... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 páginas
...bird £?"£*:' That made the breeze to blow : £.0< good Ah, wretch ! said they, the bird to slay That made the breeze to blow ! Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, thueflgen The glorious sun uprist ; fheeyrjustify Then all averred, I had killed the bird andiS' That... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 páginas
...all averred, I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow. if Nor dim nor red, like an angel's head, \ / The glorious sun uprist ; \ ! Then all averred, I had killed the bird \ I ' ... \ That brought the fog and mist. \/Twas right, said they, such birds to slay/ ^3Hjat bring... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1856 - 358 páginas
...language as he uses — wild, unearthly, unlike the discourse of human beings ! And such imagery — "nor dim nor red, like God's own head, the glorious sun uprist" — "as idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean !" And such a tale he tells ! Like the phantasmagoria... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 126 páginas
...to blow ! ' His shipmates cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of good luck. " Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious...mist.' But when the fog cleared oft-, they justify the same, and thus make themselves accomplices in the crime. " The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,... | |
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Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist. 
