 | Casket - 1873 - 912 psl.
...ra.v hair, it fanned my cheek Like a niemio« -gale of springIt mingle«! strangely with шу fear«, er a ribbin fro' th' fair; An' aw gav her her doll,...rags, An' a nice little white cotton bo'; An' aw kiss' breezeOn me alone it blew. oh ! dream <* & ' * DUÍT« ««un- The lighthouse top I see? - I« tliie... | |
 | Charles Bruce (writer of tales) - 1874 - 582 psl.
...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...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... | |
 | Illustrated reader - 1874 - 408 psl.
...'Twas not those souls that fled in pain Which to their corses came again, But a troop of spirits blest Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? . . . . Since then at an uncertain hour, My agony returns : And till my ghastly tale is told, This... | |
 | Hendrik Roelof Rookmaaker - 1984 - 232 psl.
...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...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... | |
 | Mark Neuman, Michael Payne - 1987 - 196 psl.
...the sea came he, / Still hid in mist, and on the left / Went down into the sea"); lines 404-7, p. 204 ("Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed / The lighthouse...Is this the kirk? / Is this mine own countree?"); and lines 570-71, p. 207 ("And now, all in my own countree, / I stood on the firm land!"). 19. Schulz... | |
 | Eugene O'Neill - 1988 - 458 psl.
...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 strangely...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... | |
 | Jack Stillinger - 1994 - 268 psl.
...Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 460 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...me alone it blew. Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed And the ancient 465 The light-house top I see? Mariner beholdeth his native country. 440 eyes] een... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 psl.
...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...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 psl.
...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... | |
 | Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 psl.
...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...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. The ancient Mariner beholdeth his native country. Oh! Dream of joy! Is this indeed The lighthouse top... | |
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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,... 
