 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 страници
...made ; Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my check, 0 dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top 1 see? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ! Is... | |
 | Francis Henry Underwood - 1871 - 664 страници
...Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. "But soon there breathed a wind on roe, Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon...hair, it fanned my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring ; 1 1 mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. " Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship.... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1872 - 134 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 blew the breeze— •On me alone it blew. The boat came close beneath the ship, And straight a sound was heard. Under the water it rumbled on,... | |
 | 1872 - 900 страници
...breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made ; Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. en Bryant( 0 dream of joy ! is this indeed The liglitliou.se top I see? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ?... | |
 | John Wesley Hales - 1872 - 552 страници
...motion made : Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. 455 "It raised my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled...like a welcoming. "Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, 4*o Yet she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breese — On me alone it blew. "Oh! dream... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 страници
...nor motion made ; Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fann'd I have seen A fair, sad girl, mild, suffering, and...resign'd she aim'd : Neatly she drest, nor vainly seem'd mo alone it blow. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I see ? la this the hill ?... | |
 | Casket - 1873 - 912 страници
...ra.v hair, it fanned my cheek Like a niemio« -gale of springIt mingle«! strangely with шу fear«, er a ribbin fro' th' fair; An' aw gav her her doll,...rags, An' a nice little white cotton bo'; An' aw kiss' breezeOn me alone it blew. oh ! dream <* & ' * DUÍT« ««un- The lighthouse top I see? - I« tliie... | |
 | Charles Bruce (writer of tales) - 1874 - 582 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 lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ?... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1874 - 470 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 theanThe light-house top I see ? c'ent Mariner Is this the hill... | |
 | Illustrated reader - 1874 - 408 страници
...'Twas 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 lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ?... | |
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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. 
