 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1878 - عدد الصفحات: 826
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound: Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1880 - عدد الصفحات: 512
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away. And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1889 - عدد الصفحات: 308
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw but his own sweet maid, With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - عدد الصفحات: 1138
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned :! upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1882 - عدد الصفحات: 448
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away. And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Joseph Skipsey - 1884 - عدد الصفحات: 304
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1884 - عدد الصفحات: 310
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The tonch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1884 - عدد الصفحات: 312
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round. And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1888 - عدد الصفحات: 328
...Again she felt that bosom cold. And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest,... | |
 | 1889 - عدد الصفحات: 552
...Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. The touch, the sight, had passed away, And in its stead that vision blest... | |
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Again she saw that bosom old, Again she felt that bosom cold, And drew in her breath with a hissing sound : Whereat the Knight turned wildly round, And nothing saw, but his own sweet maid With eyes upraised, as one that prayed. 
