 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
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 208 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, eurapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing — then, As in her natural form, swelled vast to... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1854 - 322 pàgines
...we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, ADORATION. Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy, — Till the dilating soul, enwrapt, transfused, Into ths mighty vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swelled vast... | |
 | 1855 - 458 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...there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn ! Thou... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 pàgines
...worshiped the Invisible alone. Yet like some sweet, beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending...passing — there, As in her natural form, swelled vnst to heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears,... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 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, em-apt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing, — there, As in her natural form, swelled vast... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 578 pàgines
...home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon theo, 1 V( ` ` ` poking there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise... | |
 | Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1856 - 702 pàgines
...beguiling melody, — So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, — Thou, the mean while, wast blending my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret...vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swell' d vast to heaven I Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling... | |
 | 1856 - 702 pàgines
...beguiling melody, — So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, — Thou, the mean while, wast blending my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret...vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swell'd vast to heaven 1 Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pàgines
...melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the mean while, wast blending with iny thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy,...mighty vision passing — there, As in her natural form swell'd vast to heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise 178 Thou owest ! not alone these... | |
 | Cortlandt Van Rensselaer - 1856 - 708 pàgines
...sweet, we know not we are listening to it,— Thou, the mean while, wast blending my thought, Tea, with my life, and life's own secret joy : Till the...vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swell'd vast to heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest I not alone these swelling... | |
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