 And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen: Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless...  The Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: Prose and Verse - Strana 59podľa Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - Počet stránok 546Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - Počet stránok 330
...drowsy, unimpassion'd grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear — O Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts...serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And it's peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye ! And those thin... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - Počet stránok 334
...drowsy, unimpassion'd grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear — O Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts...and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, II. Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimm'd, but always seen ;... | |
 | 1834 - Počet stránok 918
...drowsy, unimpauioned grief, 'Which finds no natural outlet, no rsli«f, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd, All this long eve, so halmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - Počet stránok 374
...drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear — O Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts...green : And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, Those stars, that glide behind them or between,... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - Počet stránok 838
...natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, nr tear — O Lady! in this wan and heartless mood. To-other thoughts by yonder throstle woo'd, All this long eve,...yellow green: And still I gaze - and with how blank an ••ye! And those thin clouds above, in flake* and bars, That give away their motion to the atari;... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - Počet stránok 400
...drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear — O Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts...And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still 1 gaze — and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - Počet stránok 628
...drowsy, unimpassion'd grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts...woo'd. All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have 1 been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green: And still I gaze — and with... | |
 | 1834 - Počet stránok 512
...drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear— 0 Lady! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts...And its peculiar tint of yellow green: And still I gaze—and with how blank an eye! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - Počet stránok 594
...or tear : — O Lady ! in this wan and heartless mood, To other thoughts by yonder throstle wooed, All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been...green ; And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1834 - Počet stránok 628
...heartless mood, To other thoughts by yonder throstle wooed, All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have Have I been gazing on the western sky And its peculiar...green ; And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye ! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those... | |
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