 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 страници
...flew the ship, Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top...Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — " O let me be awake, my God ! " Or... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 страници
...flew the ship Yet she sail'd softly £00 : Sweetly, -sweetly blew the breezeOn me alone it blew. • O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top...Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray— " O let me be awake, my God ! " Or let... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 страници
...flew the ship Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top...Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the Harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — " O let me be awake, my God ! " Or... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 страници
...the ship, Yet she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze—- On me alone it blew. Oh! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top...hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And the ancient Mariner beholdeth his native country. We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 страници
...alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed ^in'ehrt The light-house top I see ? em his native Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? " '"" Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God ! Or let... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 страници
...sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. 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, And I with sobs did pray — 0 let me be awake, my God! Or let me... | |
 | 1828 - 514 страници
...spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it feli like a welcoming." And his return ! — " Oh, dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ! Is this the hill 1 is this the kirk 1 Is this mine own couiitree 1 We drifted o'er the harbor bar, And I with sobs did... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 страници
...the ship, Yet she sail'd soflly too : Sweelly, sweclly blew ibe breeze — On me alone it blew. Oh ! sport was, in the hours of sleep, To glide adown old...Nilus, when he threads Egypt and ./Ethiopia, from the counlrce? We drifted o'er the harbour bar, And I wilh sobs did pray— О let me be awake, my Cod !... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 426 страници
...of joy ! is this indeed cieni Mariner behoideth his The light-house top I see ? native " ' country. Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God ! Or let... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 394 страници
...sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. Oh ! di. .ifi of joy ! is this indeed The j<_, ,L-house top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And the ancient Mariner beholdeth hit native country. We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with... | |
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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? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray— 'O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway. 
