 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 860 страници
...is finally «xpiatcd. A wind springs up : It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gal- to have even a greater enjoyment of the freedom from restraint, of good cheer, The mariner sees his native country. The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies, and appear in their... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1876 - 828 страници
...It raised my hair, it fann'd my cheek Xikc a meadow gale of springIt mingled strangely with my feari X'Z(Z ZIW sail'd softly, too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. ° ! dream of JOT ' is... | |
 | Meyer Howard Abrams - 1973 - 564 страници
...the sails made "A noise like of a hidden brook/ In the leafy month of June," and the wind fanned his cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled...strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Having completed his literal and spiritual circumnavigation of the globe, the Mariner ends his voyage... | |
 | Virgil A. Anderson - 1977 - 494 страници
...and fall. 19. Swan swim over the sea; Swim, swan, swim. Swan swim back again; Well swam, swan. so. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze— On me alone it blew. 21. Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.... | |
 | Hendrik Roelof Rookmaaker - 1984 - 232 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. (11. 452-463) This is the first time after his nightmare that the mariner experiences a beneficial... | |
 | Eugene O'Neill - 1988 - 458 страници
...nor 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. A hill appears with a... | |
 | Susan Eilenberg - 1992 - 302 страници
...that blows as it comes to land has no navigational use: Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sail'd softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. [457-60,465-68] The ship shares too the fate of the albatross, whose behavior foreshadows elements... | |
 | Jack Stillinger - 1994 - 268 страници
...a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made: Its path was not upon the sea, 455 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. 460 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze —... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 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 ancient Mariner beholdeth his native country. Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed The light-house... | |
 | Rosemary Herbert - 1998 - 360 страници
...of red wine. It spread across the tablecloth, Hilda told me, in words I was to remember, like blood. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. It blew on me alone because I was taking a solitary stroll in the early morning before the waking hour... | |
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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. 
