 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 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...felt like a welcoming. "Swiftly, swiftly flew the sliip, Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. " Oh !... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - 1862 - 372 psl.
...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 heart... | |
 | George WILSON (M.D., F.R.S.E.) - 1862 - 416 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.... | |
 | William Marjouram - 1862 - 432 psl.
...Portsmouth — Arrival in London — Woolwich — Very 111 — Attends Hospital — Last Entry in Journal. " Oh, dream of joy ! is this indeed The lighthouse top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the church f Is this my own countrie 2 " CHAPTER XXVIL ENGLAND! " AT last ! Oh, the deep joy and rest of... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1863 - 446 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 ? And the an IS this the hill ? 18 this the kirk ? nSbehoui: Is this mine own countree ? nati'™ country.... | |
 | Playtime - 1863 - 436 psl.
...spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. THE ASCIENT MARINEB. 167 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...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... | |
 | 1863 - 392 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. Ami the undent "Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed Mariner beiioidcth ins na- The light-house top I see... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - 1863 - 386 psl.
...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...alone it blew. ' ' Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed f The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? " Since... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1863 - 314 psl.
...those souls that fled in pair., Which to their corses came again, But a troop of spirits blest. 54 ' Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze— On me alone it blew. 55. ' Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the bill ? is this the... | |
 | Coventry Patmore - 1863 - 390 psl.
...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...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? " Since then, at an uncertain hour,... | |
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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,... 
