 | Joseph S. Moore - 1853 - 900 Seiten
...motion made; Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my check Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely...sailed softly too; Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — ^n me alone it blew. THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER. O! dream of joy! is this indeed A"* th? "dent... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 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...it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the shi& Yet she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew* Oh ! dream... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 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...spring — . - / " It mingled strangely with my fears, ' _ Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, *• vYet she sailed softly too :... | |
 | William Delafield Arnold - 1853 - 314 Seiten
...he slept, uttered a fervent prayer for that country which he should never see again. CHAPTER 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 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...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.... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 Seiten
...made : Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my ejieek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely...of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree P We drifted o'er the harbour-bar.... | |
 | 1854 - 456 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...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 Seiten
...nor motion made ; 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 Seiten
...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... | |
 | William Delafield Arnold - 1854 - 310 Seiten
...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... | |
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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. 
