| 1857 - 336 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...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 psl.
...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 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...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 psl.
...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 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 ? *ni * *°?fr* r Mariner beholdIs this the hill ? is this the kirk ? eth hi. native T ii_- ... | |
| 1858 - 460 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...sweetly, blew the breeze, On me alone it blew. O dream of joy ! is this, indeed, Anl the «nJu,'!±l;!" The lighthouse" top I see ? 1£ """'- Is this... | |
| Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1858 - 588 psl.
...ship, Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze (In me alone it blew. " 0 1 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 harbor-bar, And I with sobs did pray 0 let me be awake, my God ! Ur let... | |
| Abel Stevens, James Floy - 1858 - 610 psl.
...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 Un me alone it blew. " 0 ! dream of joy !... | |
| Henry Reed - 1860 - 312 psl.
...raised my hair; it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring : It mingled strangely with my fears j Yet it felt like a welcoming. « Swiftly, swiftly...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 - 1861 - 448 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...alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed And the an- The light-house top I see ? riner be- Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? holdeth... | |
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