 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 pągines
...sate, Beside the ruined Tower. m The moonshine stealing o'er the sc Had blended with the lights of And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve. She Ican'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my harp,,... | |
 | 1822 - 418 pągines
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended...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 to my lay,... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 444 pągines
...passions, all 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...was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! * This word, which Ilerrick writes ' cockrood,' means according lo Phillips and Bailey ' a sort of... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 404 pągines
...passions, all 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...midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd tower. She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to my lay,... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 380 pągines
...passions, all 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...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 listen'd to my lay,... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 pągines
...my waking dreams, 1 dwell upon that happy hour, When midway on the Mount I sate, Beside the ruined Tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene, Had...was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve. She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the aimed knight f She stood and listened to my harp,... | |
 | Thomas Charlton Smith - 1824 - 180 pągines
...wave, when it touches the lips, Will that vision arise which reminds me of thee ! SONNETS. SONNETS. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve. COLERIDGE. THE orb of day sunk proudly in the west, His wanton rays upon the clouds were cast ; Their... | |
 | 1826 - 434 pągines
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred Same. 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. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene,! Had blended with the lights of eve; And she... | |
 | John Johnstone (of Edinburgh.) - 1828 - 600 pągines
...sacred flame. O ever in my waking dreams I dwell upon that happy hour When midway on the mount I sat, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine stealing o'er...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 to my harp,... | |
 | 1828 - 814 pągines
...in my waking dreams I dwell upon that happy hour, When midway on the mount I sat, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene. Had...was there, my hope, my joy. My own dear Genevieve. She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp,... | |
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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.... 
