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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.... "
Beauties of the Modern Poets: In Selections from the Works of Byron, Moore ... - Side 124
1826 - 392 sider
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The Poetical and Dramatic Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 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 Genevievel She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her...
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Gems of Thought, and Flowers of Fancy

Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 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 light of eve ; And she was...
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The Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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...; 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...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 sider
...— do I wake or sleep 1 COLERIDGE. LOVE. All are but ministers of Love, And feed hin 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 was...
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Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Volum 2

Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 374 sider
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, AH are but ministers of Love And feed Ills sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, AVhen midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had...
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The Complete Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge: With an Introductory ..., Volum 7

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1858 - 792 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 G-enevieve ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened...
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A Grammar of Late Modern English, Volum 5,Del 2,Utgave 1

Hendrik Poutsma - 1926 - 492 sider
...between sleeping and waking. Mrs. CASK., North & South, Ch. XXIII, 151. II. Oft in my waking dreams do II Live o'er again that happy hour, | When midway on the mount I lay, I Beside the ruined tower. COLERIDGE, Love, II. 22. a) Rather frequently the verb in its modified application...
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Selected Poetry

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 260 sider
...waking dreams, 25 I dwell upon that happy hour, When midway on the Mount I sate Beside the ruin'd Tow'r. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended...lights of eve, And she was there, my hope! my joy! 30 My own dear Genevieve! She lean'd against the armed Man The statue of the armed Knight She stood...
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Town and Country Wedding Vows and Promises

Caroline Tiger - 2008 - 152 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 was...
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