 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 Seiten
...In the light of it-, ¡;ii|il,<ii wing«. And when sunset may breathe, from the 111 sea bee eat li, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of etc may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 Seiten
...on the hack of my sailing rack. When the morning-star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag. ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With... | |
 | 1832 - 598 Seiten
...on the back of my sailing rack, When the mormng star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With... | |
 | 1831 - 542 Seiten
...on the back of my sailing rack. When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit,...golden wings ; And when sunset may breathe, from the sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 Seiten
...the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead ; A> on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of lore, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, With wings folded I rest... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 Seiten
...shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alii one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings....sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath. Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven above, Witli... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 Seiten
...on the hack of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of heaven ahove, With wings folded I rest, on mine airy nest, As still as a brooding dove. That orhed maiden,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 Seiten
...on the back of my sailing rack. When the morning-star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit...wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea benealh, Its ardors of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of ere may fall From the depth of heaven... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 Seiten
...on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit t In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours... | |
 | 1839 - 790 Seiten
...the back of my laitingrack, When the morning-star shines dead. A- 1'. ' ihejag of a mountain crag, , Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit, one moment may (it, 1 n the liglit of it* golden wing* ; And when sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beutaik lis... | |
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Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. 
