 I saw a third — I heard his voice: It is the Hermit good! He singeth loud his godly hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood.  Latin Verse - Strana 13podľa Frank Smalley - 1884 - Počet stránok 42Úplné zobrazenie - O tejto knihe
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - Počet stránok 240
...hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood. VII. This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the Sea. I low loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Marineres That come from a far Contree.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - Počet stránok 270
...That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood. 19 1 vir. This Hermit good lives in that wood: Which slopes down to the Sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Mariners That come from a far countree.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Počet stránok 282
...hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood. VII. This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the Sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Mariners That come from a far countree.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - Počet stránok 356
...That he makes in the wood. '• He'll shiieve my soul, he'll wash away * The Albatross's Wood. VII. ••This Hermit good lives in that wood ' Which slopes down to the sea: ' How loudly his sweet voice he rears! ^He loves lo talk with marineres ' That come from a far countree.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - Počet stránok 496
...singeth loud his godly hymns He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The albatross's blood." PART VII. " This hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Mariners That come from a far countree.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - Počet stránok 170
...That he makes in the wood, He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The albatross's blood. PART VII. THIS Hermit good lives in that wood ' Which slopes down to the sea, How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with mariueres That come from a far countree.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1838 - Počet stránok 492
...singeth loud his godly hymns He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The albatross's blood." PART VII. " This hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Mariners That come from a far countree.... | |
 | John Richard Digby Beste - 1841 - Počet stránok 958
...andAmalfi: and to those beauteous hills they all cheerfully returned. CHAPTER XII. THE FISHERMAN. * This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How sweetly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with mariners That come from a far countree.... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - Počet stránok 738
...godly hymns That he makes in the wood. Hell shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The albatross's blood. mple, decked and filled. When to the heaven of heavens they build How loudly his sweet voice he rears! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree.... | |
 | 1846 - Počet stránok 436
...That he makes in the wood. He '11 shrieve my soul, he '11 wash away The albatross's blood. PART VII. THIS hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree.... | |
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