 | James F. Bowman - 1854 - 424 pages
...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 top I see? Is this the hill? is this the kirk? — Is this mine own countree ? 'We drifted o'er the harbour bar... | |
 | 1855 - 458 pages
...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...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 pages
...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...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 pages
...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 fearss Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly, flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too ; Sweetly,... | |
 | Charles Richard Weld - 1855 - 440 pages
...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 I see ? Is this the hill, is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree ? " My pilgrimage was now nearly over.... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 444 pages
...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 ? Is this the hill 1 is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countree 1 We drifted o'er the harbour-bar,... | |
 | Half hours - 1856 - 676 pages
...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...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... | |
 | George Gilfillan - 1856 - 414 pages
...book turned up my soul like a storm. " It fann'd my cheek, it raised my hair, Like a meadow•gale in spring ; It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming." Beside its eloquence and terrible poetry of earnestness, what struck me most about it, as distinguishing... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 pages
...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 ? ^nd,tSf *?' dent Mariner Is this the hill ? is this the kirk? bohoidoth hi. u<itive connIs this mine... | |
 | 1857 - 336 pages
...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...Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze ; On me alone it blew." The wild voyage, haunted by fiends and blessed by good angels, is drawing to a close. There dawns upon... | |
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It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. 
