 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 sider
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of J/>ve, 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 «cene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 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...happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonlight stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 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...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 sider
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Of1 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 moonlight stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1846 - 332 sider
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended...; 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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...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... | |
 | People's and Howitt's journal - 938 sider
...brought Coleridge's verses on "Love" to my Ot In my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that h.ippy hour. When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. I felt that tha time and place were propitious; for it might have been said of me as of the "Knight... | |
 | John William Lester - 1847 - 376 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 Geuevieve. She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 310 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...o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve ; VOL. i. L And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 sider
...dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour. When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd tower. Tho moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with...; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviese! She leant ngninat the arraed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd... | |
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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.... 
