| John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1850 - 604 psl.
...Exactly when, hope of return was faintest were they called on to exclaim, like the Ancient Mariner — " Oh dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top...see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk? Is this my own countree ?" A voyage through space would in like manner turn out to be a circumnavigation. We... | |
| John Aikin - 1850 - 764 psl.
...Yet she sail'd softly, too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. ik. ucieit o ! dream of joy ! is this, indeed, " The light-house...! Is this the hill ? is this the kirk •' Is this my own couutrie ? 71 We drifted o'er the harbour bar, And I with sobs did prayO let me be awake, my... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 psl.
...made ; Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheei alace of the soul : Behold through each lack-lustre...I Well didst thou speak, Athena's wisest «on ! ' t Is this mine own countree ! We drifted o'er the harbour bar, And I with sobs did pray — 0 let me... | |
| George Wilson - 1852 - 138 psl.
...Exactly when lope of return was faintest were they called on to exclaim, like :he Ancient Mariner — " Oh dream of joy ! 'is this indeed The lighthouse top...see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this my own countree ? " A voyage through space would in like manner turn out to be i circumnavigation.... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 psl.
...strangely with my fears, ' _ Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, *• vYet she sailed softly too : . . • Sweetly, sweetly blew...of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? AnJMh, Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? eth ни OOODtTTi Is this mine own count ree ? •i... | |
| William Delafield Arnold - 1853 - 314 psl.
...he slept, uttered a fervent prayer for that country which he should never see again. CHAPTER VIII. " Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse...this the hill ? Is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countrie? " COLERIDGE. " Hame, hame, hame ; hame fain wad I be, Oh hame, hame, hame, to my ain countrie... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 psl.
...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...it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the shi& Yet she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew* Oh ! dream... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 psl.
...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. the *n5i<j"t n ' Mariner beholdIs this the hill ? is this the kirk ? <"h hl» Mliva T . country.... | |
| James F. Bowman - 1854 - 424 psl.
...can now feel the pathos of the words of the ancient mariner on coming in sight of his native land — "'Oh dream of joy! is this indeed The light-house...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 me sleep... | |
| Book - 1854 - 496 psl.
...the ship, Yet she sail'd softly too; Sweetly, sweetly, blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. Oh I 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 me... | |
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