| 1855 - 458 страници
...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...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... | |
| Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 страници
...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 spring, — It mingled strangely with my fearss Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly, flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too ; Sweetly,... | |
| Half hours - 1856 - 676 страници
...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...sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — Ou me alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see 1 Is this the... | |
| George Gilfillan - 1856 - 414 страници
...book turned up my soul like a storm. " It fann'd my cheek, it raised my hair, Like a meadow•gale in spring ; It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming." Beside its eloquence and terrible poetry of earnestness, what struck me most about it, as distinguishing... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 страници
...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, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? ^nd,tSf *?' dent Mariner Is this the... | |
| 1857 - 336 страници
...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, sweetly blew the breeze ; On me alone it blew." The wild voyage, haunted by fiends and blessed by good angels, is drawing to a close. There dawns upon... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 426 страници
...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...she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breezeOn me alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? And the an^... | |
| Henry Reed - 1857 - 424 страници
...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...welcoming. " Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship ; Yet she sail'd softly too. Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze ; On me alone it blew." top, the hill, and the... | |
| 1858 - 460 страници
...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...me alone it blew. O dream of joy ! is this, indeed, Anl the «nJu,'!±l;!" The lighthouse" top I see ? 1£ """'- Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ?... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1858 - 792 страници
...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, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? *ni *• *°?fr* r Mariner beholdIs... | |
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