 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 páginas
...: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with...of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? *nd. the *n5i<j"t n ' Mariner beholdIs this the hill ? is this the kirk ? <"h hl» Mliva T . country.... | |
 | 1854 - 456 páginas
...; Its path was not upon the sea. In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring, — It mingled strangely...fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly, (lew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too ; Sweetly, sweetly, blew the breeze, — On me alone it blew.... | |
 | Book - 1854 - 496 páginas
...; Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a weleoming. 1 Swiftly, swiftly, flew the ship, Yet she sail'd softly too; Sweetly, sweetly, blew the... | |
 | Melchior Yvan - 1854 - 386 páginas
...was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek, Like a meadow gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. • The curse is finally expiated. APPENDIX. 329 I saw a third — I heard his voice, It is the Hermit... | |
 | James F. Bowman - 1854 - 424 páginas
...can now feel the pathos of the words of the ancient mariner on coming in sight of his native land — "'Oh dream of joy! is this indeed The light-house top I see? Is this the hill? is this the kirk? — Is this mine own countree ? 'We drifted o'er the harbour bar... | |
 | William Delafield Arnold - 1854 - 310 páginas
...he slept, uttered a fervent prayer for that country which he should never see again. CHAP. VIII. " Oh ! dream .of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill ? Is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countrie ? " COLERIDGE. " Hame, hame, hame... | |
 | 1855 - 458 páginas
...; Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring, — It mingled strangely...sailed softly too ; Sweetly, sweetly, blew the breeze, — O dream of joy ! is this, indeed, The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hi)l ? is this the kirk... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 páginas
...: Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring — • It mingled strangely...she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breew — 0 dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill ? Is this the... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 páginas
...my hair, it fanned my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring, — It mingled strangely with my fearss Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly, flew...sweetly, blew the breeze,— On me alone it blew. cUMmaS" O dream of joy ! is this, indeed, Jirh?.hj£" The lighthouse top I see ? Is this mine own countree... | |
 | Charles Richard Weld - 1855 - 440 páginas
...Welsh coast the sea was smoother. Onwards sped our gallant ship until we arrived in the Mersey: — " Oh dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill, is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? " My pilgrimage was now nearly over.... | |
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It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 'Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. 
