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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.

English Authors: A Handbook of English Literature from Chaucer to Living Writers - Strana 497
podľa Mildred Lewis Rutherford - 1906 - Počet stránok 750
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...feeling that God and I were One. 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....mingled strangely with my fears, Yet it felt like a welcoming.2 Worldly ambitions and cares died in the light of that glorious truth. One long song of...

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