 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 sider
...delights, Whatever »lire this mortal frame, Ml are but ministen of Love, And feed hie sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour,...; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève! She leant against the armed man. The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1853 - 464 sider
...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...was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 sider
...that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing »'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve, And...was there my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve. She leant against the arme'd man, The statue of the arme'd knight, She stood and listened to my lay... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 sider
...Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Ail are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oil 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... | |
 | 1853 - 560 sider
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 sider
...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... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 sider
...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 happy hour,...moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the light of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 sider
...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 sider
...Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, A nd feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour,...was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 sider
...mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I J 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... | |
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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.... 
