 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 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. And the an. Qh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed cieut Mariner JJ D^i've6"' Ws The light-house top I... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 psl.
...a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sail'd soflly too : Sweelly, sweclly blew ibe breeze On me alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy...this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own counlrce? We drifted o'er the harbour bar, And I wilh sobs did pray О let me be awake, my Cod !... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 394 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. Oh ! di. .ifi of joy ! is this indeed The j<_, ,L-house top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 496 psl.
...me, Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea 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. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill .' Is this the kirk ?... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 170 psl.
...meadow-gale of spring It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Switly, swiftly, flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too...me alone it blew. Oh! dream of joy! is this, indeed 4, The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? We... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1838 - 492 psl.
...me, Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea 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. O dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill ? Is this the kirk ? Is... | |
 | William Finden - 1838 - 284 psl.
...delightful vision of home and joyful welcome, and may exclaim, with the Ancient Mariner of Coleridge, " O dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I...hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ?" and before evening he may lie a corpse, " lifeless flat," on the shore, wept over by the sorrowing... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1840 - 582 psl.
...sea, "n ripple or in shade. /Wttessri Msnntr Kilffl! twotrj. It raised my hair, it fann'd my cheek soil'd softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze On me alone it blew. Oh ' dream of joy ! is... | |
 | William Finden, Edward Francis Finden, William Beattie, William Henry Bartlett - 1842 - 338 psl.
...delightful vision of home and joyful welcome, and may exclaim, with the Ancient Mariner of Coleridge, " O dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I...hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ?" and before evening he may lie a corpse, " lifeless flat," on the shore, wept over by the sorrowing... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 psl.
...made ; Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek uake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The...These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt ! We drifted o'er the harbour bar, And I with sobs did pray 0 let me be awake, my God ! Or let... | |
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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,... 
