 Like one, that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor motion...  A Sailor's Garland - Página 220editado por - 1906 - 328 páginasVisualização integral - Acerca deste livro
 | 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
...his head : 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 páginas
...his head : 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 páginas
...his head : 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 páginas
...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 páginas
...walks on And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor...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 páginas
...walks on And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor...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 - 334 páginas
...walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor...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 páginas
...walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1828 - 386 páginas
...walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread. But soon there breathed a wind on me, Nor sound nor...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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