 And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 5651834Full view - About this book
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1863 - 314 pages
...at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burned green, and blue, and white. 26. ' And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; We...speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. 27. ' Ah, well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross the albatross... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - Children's poetry - 1863 - 390 pages
...danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. " And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root ;...not speak, no more than if We had been choked with sooL " Ah ! well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross... | |
 | Henry Twells - 1864 - 318 pages
...danc'd at night : The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root :...speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. There passed a weary time : each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye ; When, looking westward,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 720 pages
...consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root ;...speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. Tbe ship-mutes, Ah ! well a-day ! what evil looks {?s«,' would fain Had I from old and young ! %S?£'X... | |
 | Ocean lays - 1864 - 400 pages
...water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white. And every tongue, through utter drouth, Was withered at the root ; We could not speak no more than if We had been choked with soot. ST COLERIDGE. THE MIRAGE AT SEA. THERE was a shipwrecked mariner, The last of all the crew — He clung... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Poetry - 1864 - 328 pages
...dear ransom he freeth his speech from the bonds of thirst. Ah ! well a- day ! what evil looks Had J from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung. PART THE THIRD. THERE passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time... | |
 | Readers - 1866 - 408 pages
...danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root :...Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hunff. There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye. A weary time ! a weary... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1866 - 108 pages
...They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without 0112 or more. " And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root ;...well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! The shipmates, in their sore distress, would fain throw the whole guilt on the ancient Mariner, in... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 pages
...water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white And every tongue, through utterdrought, Was withered at the root : We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with snot. Ah ! well-a-day ! what evil looks Had I from old and young ! Instead of the cross, the Albatross... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1868 - 714 pages
...consulted. They are very numerous, and there is no climate or element without one or more. And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root ;...speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. The ship-iimin, , , , TI iti ., M ii • in their sore <lisAh ! well a-day ! what evil looks tress,... | |
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