 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 pages
...his bones ; Through the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth, Half whistles and half groans. The Sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out : At one stride comes the dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listen'd and look'd sideways... | |
 | 1820 - 784 pages
...casting dice ; " The game is done ! I've won, I've won !" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Surfs rim dips ,< the stars rush out : At one stride comes the dark ; With far -heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listen'd and look'd sideways... | |
 | Scotland - 1821 - 618 pages
...which had so sweetly spoken. " Have not I sung his marvellous voyage ? Here is part of the song : — The sun's rim dips, the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea Off shot the spectre bark. We listen'd, and look'd sideways... | |
 | Cabinet - Literature - 1824 - 440 pages
...his bones ; Through the holes of his eyes and the hole of his mouth, Half whistles and half groans. The Sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out : At one stride comes the dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. We listen'd and look'd side ways... | |
 | Constantine Henry Phipps Marquess of Normanby - English fiction - 1825 - 336 pages
...altitude, presents but a hazy white. Evening recompenses for this, no doubt, were it not so brief; " The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark," and you have scarce opened your lattice to enjoy it, ere 'tis gone. The extensive view of Rome that my... | |
 | Constantine Henry Phipps (1st marq. of Normanby.) - 1825 - 332 pages
...altitude, presents but a hazy white. Evening recompenses for this, no doubt, were it not so brief; " The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out, At one stride comes the dark," and you have scarce opened your lattice to enjoy it, ere 'tis gone. The extensive view of Rome that my... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pages
...twain were costing dice ; « The game is done ! I 've won, I 've won !* Quoth she, and whistles thrice. The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the Dark ; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea Off stml the spectre-bark. We ut.n", I and look'd sideways up... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...twain were casting dice ; " Tho game is done ! I've won, I've won!" Quoth she, and whistles thrice. ! \'f Woods ! that listen to the night-birds' singing, j With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea Off shot the spectre-bark. We listen'd and look'd sideways up... | |
 | 1834 - 784 pages
...the ancient mariner. " ' The game is llone ! I've won ! I've won !' Quoth she, imd whistles thrice. The sun's rim dips ; the stars rush out ; At one stride comes the dark ; With far-hoard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. \\e listened and looked sideways... | |
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The Sun's rim dips; the stars rush out: At one stride comes the dark; With far-heard whisper, o'er the sea, Off shot the spectre-bark. 
