 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 sider
...Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve ! 138 She lean'd against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 sider
...all'Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed'his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again, that...was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve! ' . Few sorrows hath she of her own,. My Hope! my Joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best, whene'er I... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 sider
...Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft ill my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour,...there, my Hope, my Joy, .•' My own dear Genevieve ! The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 sider
...Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft iu my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour,...; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Geuevieve ! She lean'd against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 sider
...Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...happy hour, When midway on the Mount I lay Beside the Ruined Tower. The Moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 sider
...Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...happy hour, When midway on the Mount I lay Beside the Ruined Tower. The Moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was... | |
 | 1820 - 496 sider
...ministers of l.ovp, And feed hit sacred flume, •ft in my waking dreami do I laveoVr again thaihappj honr, When midway on the mount I lay. Beside the ruin'd tower. The Moonshine, stealing oVr the scene, Had blended with the lights of we ; And she »ns there, my hope, my joy, My own drar... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 sider
...sate, Beside the ruined Tower. m The moonshine stealing o'er the sc Had blended with the lights of And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve. She Ican'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my harp,, Amid... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 sider
...fVhen midway on the mount l lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. "Hie moonshine , stealing o'er the scent, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope t my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leant against the armed man, The atakue of the armed knight; She... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 444 sider
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! * This word, which Ilerrick writes ' cockrood,' means according lo Phillips and Bailey ' a sort of... | |
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ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.... 
