 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.  The Poems of S. T. Coleridge - Side 88af Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1888 - 299 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1798 - 240 sider
...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 sider
...Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breath'da wind on me, Nor sound 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 sider
...Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breath'da wind on me, Nor sound 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,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 sider
...Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breath'da wind on me, Nor sound 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,... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 sider
...frightful, fiend ' Doth close behind him tread. .. . > ' But soon there breath'da wind on me, ' Ne sound ne motion made: . ' ' Its path 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 with... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 sider
...he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the...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 —... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 sider
...he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made : • Its path was not upon...shade. It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek, Like a meadow-g^le of spring — Jt mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. 12 Swiftly,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 sider
...he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion made : Its path was not upon the...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 sider
...he knows, a frightful fiend 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 mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming. Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 sider
...he knows, a frightful fiend 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 fann'd my cheek Like a meadow -gale of spring — It mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like... | |
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