 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,...  Eighth Reader - Σελίδα 147των Walter Lowrie Hervey, Melvin Hix - 1918 - 488 σελίδεςΠλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 σελίδες
...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...alone it blew. "Oh! dream of joy ! is this indeed And the Anrr«iv i_ i- T 3 cient Mariner The light-house top I see ? behoid(,th his Is this the hill... | |
 | 1866 - 408 σελίδες
...'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 return* : And till my ghastly tale is told, This... | |
 | Nelson Thomas and sons, ltd - 1866 - 408 σελίδες
...'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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1866 - 108 σελίδες
...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...Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too : S\veetl\-, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. And the ancient "Oh! dream of joy ! is... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1868 - 714 σελίδες
...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...light-house top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? «th h T ,, . . . n country. Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbor-bar, And I with... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1869 - 204 σελίδες
...walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale...of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? And the an Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? neTbe^id-" Is this mine own countree ? eth his native... | |
 | A. P. A. - 1869 - 226 σελίδες
...from slumbers And buckled on their arms ; But few alas ! were their numbers To 's mailed swarms." 8. " Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house...hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree ? " 56. " And from the day we breeched him Till now, his twenty-three, He never caused disquiet To... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1870 - 264 σελίδες
...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 joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? i Is this the hill ? IS this the kirk? native country. Is this mine own countree? We drifted o'er... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1870 - 530 σελίδες
...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...me alone it blew. Oh, dream of joy ! is this indeed , __,, ,.,, i T n And the ancient MaThe light-house top I see ? riner beholdeth his Is this the hill... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 σελίδες
...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...fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. "Swiftly, swiftly new the ship, Yet she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.... | |
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