 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1894 - 862 páginas
...the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; 1 look'd upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I look'd to Heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever...load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. rng to him: Unt the ancient Marine! •ssureth him of his bodily life, and proceedeth to relate his... | |
 | Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne - 1895 - 396 páginas
...that they should live, and so many He dead. But the curse livcth for him in the eye of the dead men. A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...were at my feet. The cold sweat melted from their limbs, Nor rot nor reek did they : The look with which they look'd on me Had never pass'd away. An... | |
 | Kate Stephens, Charles Eliot Norton, George Henry Browne - 1895 - 392 páginas
...penance. He deapiseth the creatures of the calm. And envied that they should live, and so many lie A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. The co ^ sweat melted from their limbs, i1veth for h1m Nor rot nor reek did they: 1n the eye of » the... | |
 | 1923 - 748 páginas
...rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer...were at my feet. 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. An... | |
 | Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 páginas
...And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gushed, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as...were at my feet. 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. An orphan's... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 78 páginas
...rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer...load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet. In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn,... | |
 | William Roetzheim - 2006 - 760 páginas
...rotting deck, and there the dead men lay. I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; but or ever a prater had gusht, a wicked whisper came, and made my heart...were at my feet, 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. An orphan's... | |
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I looked to heaven, and tried to pray ; But or ever a prayer had gusht, 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... 
