 Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. "Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet,...  Wanderings of a Pilgrim in the Shadow of Mont Blanc - Pàgina 68per George Barrell Cheever - 1846 - 166 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pàgines
...worshtpp'd the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are hapes t Soitl, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swell'd... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending...and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating soul, enwrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 pàgines
...So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thoughts, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy,— Till...dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing—there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Awake, my soul! Not only passive... | |
 | Madame Calderón de la Barca (Frances Erskine Inglis) - 1834 - 280 pàgines
...worshipp'd the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending...Vision passing, — there, As in her natural form, swell'd vast to heaven.' This is the essence of true poetry : the philosophic theory, poetic beauty,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1834 - 312 pàgines
...worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending...and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating Soul, cm-apt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to... | |
 | William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 pàgines
...So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thoughts, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till...there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven I Awake, my soul \ not only passive praise Thou owest \ not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pàgines
...1 worshipp'd the Invisible aloneYet, like some sweet beguiling melody. So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending...mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven ' Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thouowest! not alone these swelling... | |
 | Charles Edwards Lester - 1838 - 272 pàgines
...He is addressing Mount Blanc : " Yet like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending...and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enwrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast... | |
 | 1838 - 348 pàgines
...sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast hlending with my thought, Yes, with my life and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating soul, eurapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing — then, As in her natural form, swell'd vast to... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 pàgines
...my thought : entranced in prayer Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending...joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Intothe mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Awake, my... | |
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