 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1875 - 660 páginas
...wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. "I closed my lids and kept them close, Till the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea,...Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me, Had never passed away. "An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ;... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1875 - 240 páginas
...'wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. " I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat ; For the sky and the sea,...Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. "An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high ; But... | |
 | David Daiches - 1969 - 356 páginas
...upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. . . . I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea,...on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. The Mariner remains in this despei'ate state for seven days and nights. Then comes a change: The moving... | |
 | Hendrik Roelof Rookmaaker - 1984 - 232 páginas
...fact that he had noticed that their bodies did not decay and their eyes continued to watch him — 'The cold sweat melted from their limbs,/ Nor rot nor reek did they:/ The look with which they looked on me/ Had never passed away' (11. 253-256) — the mariner does not draw the obvious conclusion... | |
 | Eugene O'Neill - 1988 - 458 páginas
...in the delirium of his brain caused by the heat. MARINER I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea,...load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. He reels about half-mad, in terror of the dead. An orphan's curse would drag to Hell A spirit from... | |
 | Albert Boime - 1990 - 748 páginas
...star-dogged Moon." At one point the ancient mariner cries, I closed my lids, and kept them close. And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea,...like a load on my weary eye. And the dead were at my feet.4 In his loneliness he shifts his attention to the moon and the stars moving in their indigenous... | |
 | Jack Stillinger - 1994 - 268 páginas
...My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; 250 For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay...at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, But the curse liveth Nor rot nor reek did they: for him in the eye of 255 The look with which they... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 páginas
...A wicked whisper came, and made Mv heart as drv as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea,...like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at mv feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did thev: But the curse liveth for... | |
 | Mervyn Nicholson - 1999 - 284 páginas
...attention now turns inside out, into its terrible opposite: I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea,...on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. The Mariner may close his eyes, but he cannot shut out the horror: The cold sweat melted from their limbs,... | |
 | Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 páginas
...A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat, For the sky and the sea,...Nor rot nor reek did they: The look with which they looked on me Had never passed away. An orphan's curse would drag to hell A spirit from on high; But... | |
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A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. 
