 | 1825 - 422 pagini
...seems the hue of hell to wear. The distant thunders burst yon clouds, The moon with blood hath stain'd her light. What forms are those in misty shrouds,...That stalk before my sight ? And now, hush, hush, The owl is hooting in yon bush ! How yonder oak tree's blasted branches Upon me seem to frown ! My heart... | |
 | 1826 - 344 pagini
...the hue of hell to wear. Tho bellowing thunder bursts yon clouds ; The moon with blood hath stain'd her light ! What forms are those, in misty shrouds,...stalk before my sight ? . And now, hush, hush ! The owl is hooting in yon bush : How yonder oak-tree's blasted branches Upon me seem to frown ! My heart... | |
 | 1826 - 654 pagini
...Doth Ihis gaping gulph appear ! It «eeте the hue of hell to wear. The bellowing thunder harste the clouds; The moon with blood hath stained her light ! What forms are those in misty shronds, That stalk before my awe-struck sight ?" The extraordinary interest which the ahore lale has... | |
 | 1834 - 480 pagini
...hue of hell to wear ! The bellowing thunder bursts yon clouds, The moon with blood hath stained b*>r light, What forms are those, in misty shrouds, That...stalk before my sight ? And now, hush ! hush ! The owl is hooting in yon bush ; Now yonder oak-trees* blasted branches Upon me seem to frown ; My heart... | |
 | Ida Pfeiffer - 1852 - 376 pagini
...It seems the hue of hell to wear. The bellowing thunder bursts yon clouds, The moon with blood has stained her light ! What forms are those in misty...stalk before my sight ? And now, hush ! hush ! The owl is hooting in you bush ; How yonder oak-tree's blasted arms Upon me seem to frown ! My heart recoils,... | |
 | Carl Maria von Weber - 1895 - 52 pagini
...and wild, and drear, Doth this gaping gulf appear ! It seems the hue of hell to wear. The bellowing thunder bursts yon clouds ; The moon with blood hath...stalk before my sight ? And now — hush, hush ! The owl is hooting in yon bush : How yonder oak-tree's blasted branches Upon me seem to frown ! My heart... | |
 | Carl Maria von Weber - 1895 - 48 pagini
...and wild, and drear, Doth this gaping gulf appear ! It seems the hue of hell to wear. The bellowing thunder bursts yon clouds ; The moon with blood hath...those, in misty shrouds, That stalk before my sight? Anr) now — hush, hush ! The owl is hooting in yon bush : How yonder oak-tree's blasted branches Upon... | |
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The moon with blood hath stained her light ! What forms are those, in misty shrouds, That stalk before my sight ? And now — hush, hush ! The owl is hooting in yon bush... 