 | 1879 - 314 стор.
...alone it blew. And the ancient Qh ! dream of joy! is this indeed manner behold- JJ eth liis native The lighthouse top I see ? """""" Is this the hill?...kirk? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbor bar, And I with sobs did pray — • O let me be awake, my God ! Or let me sleep alway. The... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1880 - 512 стор.
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1889 - 308 стор.
...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 And the an- The lighthouse top I see? cient Man?thiuf°ld" Is this... | |
 | Meyer Howard Abrams - 1973 - 564 стор.
...departure — the kirk, the hill, and the lighthouse — now reappear, but with their order reversed. Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed The light-house top I...this the hill? Is this the kirk? Is this mine own contree? . . . And now, all in my own countree, I stood on the firm landl — but only to carry on... | |
 | David Daiches - 1969 - 356 стор.
...men, glittering in the moon. At last the ship, still supernaturally driven, reaches its home port. Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed The light-house top I...hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree? The ship enters the harbor bay in the light of the moon. The angelic spirits leave the dead bodies... | |
 | Hendrik Roelof Rookmaaker - 1984 - 232 стор.
...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. (11. 452-463) This is the first time after his nightmare that the mariner experiences a beneficial... | |
 | Mark Neuman, Michael Payne - 1987 - 196 стор.
...came he, / Still hid in mist, and on the left / Went down into the sea"); lines 404-7, p. 204 ("Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed / The lighthouse top...Is this the kirk? / Is this mine own countree?"); and lines 570-71, p. 207 ("And now, all in my own countree, / I stood on the firm land!"). 19. Schulz... | |
 | Eugene O'Neill - 1988 - 458 стор.
...— On me alone it blew. A hill appears with a light-house, its light shining on a white church. Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed The light-house top I...hill? Is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree? The Mariner cannot believe his eyes — imagines he may be dreaming. We drifted o'er the harbor-bar,... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 стор.
...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. And the ancient Mariner beholdeth his native country. Oh! dream of joy! is this indeed The light-house... | |
 | Robert X. Leeds - 1999 - 366 стор.
...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. The ancient Mariner beholdeth his native country. Oh! Dream of joy! Is this indeed The lighthouse top... | |
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Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew. 
