| Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 páginas
...Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye, A weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye, When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the...— " A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist, And still it neared and neared ; And, as if it dodged a water sprite, It plunged, and lacked, and veered. "With... | |
| William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 páginas
...— A weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye ! — When, looking westward, I In-held hut A certain shape, I wist, — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it nearcd and neared... | |
| Henry Llewellyn Williams - 1872 - 218 páginas
...Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the...wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it neared and neared : As If it dodged a water sprite, It plunged, and tacked, and veered. With throats... | |
| 1872 - 900 páginas
...Was parched, and glazed each eye, — A weary time ! a weary time ! How glazed each weary eye ! — is sick, and knows not what he does. What record,...breath And rumors of a doubt ? but were this kept, neared and neared ; As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged, and tacked, and veered. With throats... | |
| Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1872 - 134 páginas
...weary eye ! When looking westward I beheld The ancient Mariner A something in the sky. SSSSLt'jfe 1" At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed...wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist ! And still it neared and ncared : As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged, and tacked, and veered. With throats... | |
| 1898 - 798 páginas
...each weary cye, When looking westward, 1 beheld A somelhing in thé sky. At first it seemed a Utile speck. And then it seemed a mist : It moved and moved, and look atlast A certain shape, I wist. À speck, a mist, a shape, I wisl! And slill it neared and neared... | |
| Richard Machin, Christopher Norris - 1987 - 422 páginas
...of rescue, the text recounts things this way: A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward, I beheld A something in the...and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist. (lines 145-52) And the Gloss makes this remark: "The Ancient Mariner beholdeth a sign in the element... | |
| Jack Stillinger - 1994 - 268 páginas
...something in the Sky No bigger than my fist; LB1 143 There] So L, THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER 150 When looking westward, I beheld A something in the...wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared: 155 As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered. With throats... | |
| Sheila Hales - 1994 - 160 páginas
...Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time! a weary time! How glazed each weary eye, When looking westward I beheld, A something in the...wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared: As if it dodged a water-sprite, It plunged and tacked and veered. With throats unslaked,... | |
| Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 páginas
...thirst. A flash of |oy; And honor follows. For can it be a ship that comes onward without wind or trde? When looking westward, I beheld A something in the...wist. A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared: As if it dodged a water-sprite. It plunged and tacked and veered, With throats unslaked,... | |
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