 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1858 - 610 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 — Un me alone it blew. " 0 ! dream of joy !... | |
 | Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1858 - 588 страници
...motion made : Its path was not upon the sea. In ripple or in shade. " It raised raj hair, it fann'd my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring ; It mingled strangely with my fears, Tet it felt like a welcoming. " Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly,... | |
 | Henry Reed - 1860 - 312 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 fears j Yet it felt like a welcoming. « Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship; Yet she sailed softly too. Sweetly,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1861 - 448 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 And the an- The light-house top I see ? • riner be- Is this the... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 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...felt like a welcoming. "Swiftly, swiftly flew the sliip, Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. " Oh !... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - 1862 - 372 страници
...not those souls that fled in pain, Which to their corses came again, But a troop of spirits blest. " Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...Sweetly, 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... | |
 | 1863 - 392 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. Ami the undent "Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed Mariner beiioidcth ins na- The light-house top I see... | |
 | Playtime - 1863 - 436 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...strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. THE ASCIENT MARINEB. 167 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1863 - 314 страници
...those souls that fled in pair., Which to their corses came again, But a troop of spirits blest. 54 ' Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze— On me alone it blew. 55. ' Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the bill ? is this the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - 328 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. And the an- Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed rie,ntMa««'- The lighthouse top I see ? beholdeth... | |
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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. 
