 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1812 - 466 páginas
...the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud, The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron,...and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay or sportively Glanc'd sideway, leaving the tumultuous... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1815 - 442 páginas
...the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron...and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, — or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Dorothy Wordsworth - 1815 - 438 páginas
...the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron...and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, — or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1818 - 352 páginas
...the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud, The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron,...distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy—not unnoticed, while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1820 - 378 páginas
...the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron...and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, — or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving... | |
 | 1824 - 514 páginas
...the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud, The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron,...and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glabced sideway, leaving the... | |
 | 1825 - 500 páginas
...precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like irun : while tlie dis'ant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars,4' Eastward, were sparklmg clear, and in the welt The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom... | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 páginas
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 páginas
...the precipices rang aloud, The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron, while the dUUint hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy...and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not Kcldom from the uproar I retired Into a »ill-lit hay, or sportively Glanced s'uleway, leaving... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1827 - 416 páginas
...the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle : with the din Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron...and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, — or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving... | |
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And not a voice was idle : with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while the distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were... 
