 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 頁
...the Sun was fleck'd with bars (Heaven's mother send us grace) As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those ber Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? B Are those... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 頁
...Sun was fleck'd with bars • (Heaven's mother send us grace) As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the SunLike restless gossameres ? 167 Arc those... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 頁
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? 167 Are those her Ribs, thro' which the Sun Did peer, as thro' a grate ? ^nd are those two all, all... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 頁
...the Sun was fleck'd with bars (Heaven's Mother send us grace) As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? Are those her... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 頁
...was fleck'd with bars, ' (Heaven's mother send us grace) ' As if thro' a dungeon grate he peer'd ' With broad and burning face. ' Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) ' How fast she neres and neres ! ' Are those her sails that glance in the sun ' Like restless Gossaperes ? ' Are those... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 頁
...With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she neres and neres ! Are those her Sails that glance in the Sun Like restless gossameres ? Are those her Ribs, thro' which the Sun Did peer, as thro* a grate ? And are those two all, all her... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 頁
...western wave Rested the broad bright Sun ; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. And straight the Sun was flecked with bars (Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a dungeon grate he peered "With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 頁
...wave Rested the broad bright Sun ; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun. ^ And straight the Sun was flecked with bars (Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a dungeon grate he peered With broad and burning face. • Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud)... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 頁
...Sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's Mother send us grace !) As if through a dungeon-grate he peer'd, With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and...sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres ! And its ribs are seen as bars on the face of the setting Sun. The spectrewoman and her deathmate,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 頁
...it be a xliiji that comes onward without wind or tide? It scemctli him but the skeleton of a chip. And straight the Sun was flecked with bars, (Heaven's...send us grace !) As if through a dungeon-grate he peer'd, With broad and burning face. Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears... | |
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Alas! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres! 
