 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 páginas
...shade. It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled 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 — On me alone it blew. O dream of joy ! is this... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 páginas
...nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade. It rais'd my hair, it ihnn'rt my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled...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 —... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 páginas
...was not upon the sea * In ripple or in shade. ( • ' It rais'd ray hair, it fann'd my cheek • i ' Like a meadow-gale of spring-^ ' It mingled strangely...welcoming. * Swiftly, swiftly, flew the ship, ' Yet she sail'd softly too: * Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze— ' On me alone it blew. ' O dream of joy! is... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 páginas
...nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade. It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled...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 —... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 páginas
...nor motion made : Its path was not upon the sea In ripple or in shade. It rais'd my hair, it fann'd my cheek, Like a meadow-gale of spring — It mingled...strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. t_ .. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship Yet she sail'd softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze —... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 páginas
...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...strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. /2 Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too : Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze —... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 páginas
...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. 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 páginas
...breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made :: Its path was not upon the sea, In ripple or in shade. 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 ?... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 páginas
...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 with my fears,...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 ?... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 páginas
...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. And the an. Qh ! dream of joy ! is this indeed cieut Mariner JJ D^i've6"' Ws The light-house top I... | |
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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. 
