 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 páginas
...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...sweetly, blew the breeze,— On me alone it blew. cUMmaS" O dream of joy ! is this, indeed, Jirh?.hj£" The lighthouse top I see ? Is this mine own countree... | |
 | Charles Richard Weld - 1855 - 440 páginas
...Welsh coast the sea was smoother. Onwards sped our gallant ship until we arrived in the Mersey: — " Oh dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top...hill, is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? " My pilgrimage was now nearly over. A few hours restored me to my London home, after an absence... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 444 páginas
...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...indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill 1 is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree 1 We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 676 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 páginas
...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...of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? ^nd,tSf *?' dent Mariner Is this the hill ? is this the kirk? bohoidoth hi. u<itive connIs this mine... | |
 | 1857 - 336 páginas
...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...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 - 126 páginas
...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 strangely...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. And the ancient "Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed Marinerbehoideth his na- 1 he light-house top 1 see... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 426 páginas
...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...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 páginas
...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 strangely...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1858 - 792 páginas
...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...of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? *ni *• *°?fr* r Mariner beholdIs this the hill ? is this the kirk ? eth hi. native T ii_- •... | |
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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,... 
