 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 ページ
...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 ページ
...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 ページ
...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 - 1802 - 356 ページ
...was not upon the sea * In ripple or in shade. ( • ' It rais'd ray hair, it fann'd my cheek • i ' Like a meadow-gale of spring-^ ' It mingled strangely...welcoming. * Swiftly, swiftly, flew the ship, ' Yet she sail'd softly too: * Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze— ' On me alone it blew. ' O dream of joy! is... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 ページ
...Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. /2 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 ページ
...Like a meadow-g^le of spring — Jt mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 12 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the Hill ? Is this the Kirk ? Is... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 ページ
...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...hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And the ancient Mariner brlioldcl.h his native country. We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 ページ
...breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made :: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like...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 ページ
...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 strangely with my fears,...she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breezeOn me alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed ^in'ehrt The light-house top I see ?... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 ページ
...motion made: IU 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...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... | |
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Doth close behind him tread. But soon there 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,... 
