 | Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 Seiten
...The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mist did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day,...all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things... | |
 | 2001 - 309 Seiten
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 | C. L. Brantley, Cynthia Johnson - 2002 - 319 Seiten
...example from Samuel Coleridge's "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner," each stanza is made up of four lines. All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon,...all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things... | |
 | John Salinsky - 2002 - 252 Seiten
...continues to fly north, and it gets warmer. But the trouble is, it carries on getting warmer, and warmer: All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody sun at noon,...all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. What a use of words. The long 'o's in hot, copper, bloody, noon, moon; and then... | |
 | Michael B. McElroy - 2002 - 364 Seiten
...Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) described the region graphically in his "Rime of the Ancient Mariner": All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon,...a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. This... | |
 | Duncan Wu - 2002 - 183 Seiten
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 | Nathan Barber - 2002 - 186 Seiten
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 | James Berry - 2003 - 260 Seiten
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 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 356 Seiten
...flew, The furrow followed free; We were the first that ever burst Into that silent sea. 100 211 110 Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, Twas...ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, 120 And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did... | |
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Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day,... 
