 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 lapas
...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... | |
 | 1832 - 598 lapas
...meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the mormng star shines dead ; As on the jag of a mountain crag,...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 lapas
...sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack. When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 lapas
...eye«. And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the hack of my sailing rack. When the morning-star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag. Which...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... | |
 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1832 - 824 lapas
...with his meteor eyes, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead ; A> on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake...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 lapas
...eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps 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 alii one moment may sit In the light of its golden wings. And when sunset may breathe, from the lit... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 lapas
...sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the hack of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of...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 lapas
...eyes, And hi> burning plumes outspread. Leaps on the back of my sailing rack. When the morning-star shines dead. As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which...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 lapas
...sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead. As on the jag of...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 lapas
...outspread, Leaps on 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. 
