| 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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