 | William Delafield Arnold - 1854 - 310 psl.
...he slept, uttered a fervent prayer for that country which he should never see again. CHAP. 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... | |
 | William Delafield Arnold - 1854 - 342 psl.
...slept, uttered a fervent prayer for that country which he should never see again. CHAP. VIII. " Oh I dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I...this the hill ? Is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countrie ?" COLERIDGE. " Hame, hame, hame ; hame fain wad I be, Oh hanie, hame, hame, to my ain countrie... | |
 | 1854 - 456 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...fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly, (lew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too ; Sweetly, sweetly, blew the breeze, — On me alone it blew.... | |
 | 1855 - 458 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...sailed softly too ; Sweetly, sweetly, blew the breeze, — O dream of joy ! is this, indeed, The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hi)l ? is this the kirk... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 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 breew — 0 dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill ? Is this the... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 psl.
...my hair, it fanned my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring, — It mingled strangely with my fearss Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly, flew...sweetly, blew the breeze,— On me alone it blew. cUMmaS" O dream of joy ! is this, indeed, Jirh?.hj£" The lighthouse top I see ? Is this mine own countree... | |
 | Charles Richard Weld - 1855 - 440 psl.
...Welsh coast the sea was smoother. Onwards sped our gallant ship until we arrived in the Mersey: — " Oh dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top...hill, is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? " My pilgrimage was now nearly over. A few hours restored me to my London home, after an absence... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 444 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...indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill 1 is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree 1 We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 676 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...sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — Ou me alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see 1 Is this the... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 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,tSf *?' dent Mariner Is this the hill ? is this the kirk? bohoidoth hi. u<itive connIs this mine... | |
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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,... 
