 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 oldal
...ftrangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze —...? 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 fleep alway !"... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 oldal
...strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 187 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze —...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 alway I"... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 oldal
...18? Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship Yet she sail'd softly £00 : Sweetly, -sweetly blew the breezeOn me alone it blew. • O dream of joy ! is this indeed...? 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 alway 1" The... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 oldal
...strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 177 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze —...? 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 alway." The... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 oldal
...with my fears, ' Yet it felt like a welcoming. * Swiftly, swiftly, flew the ship, ' Yet she sail'd softly too: * Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze—...of joy! is this indeed ' The light-house top I see! » ' We drifted o'er the harbour bar, ' And I with sobs did pray— ' O let me be awake, my God! '... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 oldal
...Like a meadow-g^le of spring — Jt mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 12 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...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 alway.' . The... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 oldal
...Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. /2 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly...? 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 alway.' The... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 oldal
...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, Yet it felt like...Sweetly^ sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. Oh! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top I see ? Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ?... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 oldal
...the ship, Yet she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze—- On me alone it blew. Oh! dream of joy ! is this indeed The light-house top...hill ? is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? And the ancient Mariner beholdeth his native country. We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 oldal
...sea, In ripple or in shade. It raised my hair, it fann'd my cheek Like a meadow -gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like...she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breezeOn me alone it blew. Oh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed ^in'ehrt The light-house top I see ?... | |
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Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. 
