 This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve — He hath a cushion plump: It is the moss that...  The Ancient Mariner - Halaman 22oleh Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1897 - 59 halamanTampilan utuh - Tentang buku ini
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 halaman
...That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood. VII. This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the Sea. I low loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Marineres That come from a far Contree.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 halaman
...The Albatross's blood. 19 1 vir. This Hermit good lives in that wood: Which slopes down to the Sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Mariners That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn and noon and eve — He hath a cushion plump... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 halaman
...hymns That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood. This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the Sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ,' He loves to -talk- with Mariners That come from a far countree.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 halaman
...Which slopes down to the Sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears I He loves to talk with Mariners That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn and noon and eveHe hath a cushion plump : It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old Oak-stump. The Skiff-boat... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 halaman
...makes in the wood. '• He'll shiieve my soul, he'll wash away * The Albatross's Wood. VII. ••This Hermit good lives in that wood ' Which slopes down to the sea: ' How loudly his sweet voice he rears! ^He loves lo talk with marineres ' That come from a far countree.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 halaman
...That he makes in the wood. He'll shrieve my soul, he'll wash away The Albatross's blood. VII. This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the Sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Mariners That come from a far countree.... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 halaman
...Which slopes down to the Sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Mariners That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn and noon and eve — He hath a cushion plump : It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old Oak -stump. The Skiff-boat ner'd : I heard them talk,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 halaman
...away The Albatross's blood. VII. " This Hermit good lives in that wood Which slopes down to the Sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to talk with Mariners That come from a far countree. He kneels at morn and noon and eve — He hath a cushion plump... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 halaman
...THE SEVENTH. TheHermitof THIS Hermit good lives in that wood the Wood, Which slopes down to the sea. How loudly his sweet voice he rears ! He loves to...morn, and noon and eve — He hath a cushion plump : It is the moss that wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. The Skiff-boat near'd : I heard them talk,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 halaman
...loudly his tfweet voice he rears1! He loves to talk with marineres That come from a far couiltree. He kneels at morn, and noon and eve — He hath a cushion 'plump-: It is the moss that' wholly hides The rotted old oak-stump. " Strange, by my faith!" the Hermit said... | |
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