 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1838 - 492 sider
...Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. The monshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights...; And she 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 listened... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 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 1 lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 sider
...hut ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had hlended with the lights of eve ; And she 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 listened... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 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...; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1840 - 582 sider
...delights. Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. t's ever active mind has deduced from, or connected...with, the imagery and the incidents. The reader is ruin'd lower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Hod blended with the lights of eve ; And she... | |
 | 1840 - 368 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 min'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was... | |
 | 1840 - 378 sider
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. P2 Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount 1 lay Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights... | |
 | Friedrich Heinrich Karl Freiherr de La Motte-Fouqué - 1841 - 340 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 ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she... | |
 | 1842 - 504 sider
...waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The Moonshine, stealing o'er the scene. Had...; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd... | |
 | 1862 - 512 sider
...his way did he take, For the Devil thought, by a slight mistake, It was general conflagration. LOVE. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The Moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of Eve ; And she... | |
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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.... 
