 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 Seiten
...breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale...alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed • And the ancient mariner The light-house top I see ? beholdeth his native counIs this the hill ?... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 352 Seiten
...: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Lake a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with...of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? cient &'i""Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? ™, ^IfIs this mine own countree ? ci-unuy. We... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 Seiten
...raised my hair, it fann'd my cheek Like a mendow-gale of spring— It mingled (strangely with my lean, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sail'd noflly too: Sweetly, sweeily blew the breeze— On me alone it blew. And ibe indent Oh! dream... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1848 - 406 Seiten
...breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. . It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale...sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. Oh! dreamofioyl is this indeed And the an-. JJ cient Marline light-house top 1 See? nerbeholdi-lh Is this... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1848 - 414 Seiten
...sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. THE ANCIENT MARINER. 239 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...me alone it blew. Oh! dream of joy ! is this indeed A ml '!;? al ?The light-house top I see ? ner heholdeth .l J Cleat MariIs this the hill'; is this the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 Seiten
...path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. THE ANCIENT MARINER. It raised my hair, it fimn'd my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fear», Yet it lèlt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sail'd «oftly too:... | |
 | John Aikin - 1850 - 764 Seiten
...strangely with my feari Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly (lew the ship, Yet she sail'd softly, too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. ik. ucieit o ! dream of joy ! is this, indeed, " The light-house top I see ! Is this the hill ? is... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 604 Seiten
...Exactly when, hope of return was faintest were they called on to exclaim, like the Ancient Mariner — " Oh dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk? Is this my own countree ?" A voyage through space would in like... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 Seiten
...made ; Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheei alace of the soul : Behold through each lack-lustre...tenement refit I Well didst thou speak, Athena's ! Is this the hill ! is this the kirk t Is this mine own countree ! We drifted o'er the harbour bar,... | |
 | George Wilson - 1852 - 138 Seiten
...Exactly when lope of return was faintest were they called on to exclaim, like :he Ancient Mariner — " Oh dream of joy ! 'is this indeed The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this my own countree ? " A voyage through space would in... | |
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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. 
