Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.
Table Talk of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: And The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Christabel, &c (ed. 1884)
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze - On me alone it blew.
Table Talk of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: And The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Christabel, &c (ed. 1884)