 | Half hours - 1847 - 580 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...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 Coleridge - 1847 - 638 páginas
...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 604 páginas
...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... | |
 | John Aikin - 1850 - 764 páginas
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 páginas
...; Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheei Like of the soul : Behold through each lack-lustre eyeless...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 páginas
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 páginas
...strangely with my fears, ' _ Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, *• vYet she sailed softly too : . . • Sweetly, sweetly blew...of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? AnJMh, Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? eth ни OOODtTTi Is this mine own count ree ? •i... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 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...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... | |
 | William Delafield Arnold - 1853 - 314 páginas
...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... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 páginas
...: 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 with...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.... | |
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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. 
