 | British poets - 1828 - 838 pàgines
...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...midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. nest The Monniihine, stealing o'er the scene, llnd Me mini with the lights or ere; And she was there,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | 1828 - 514 pàgines
...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...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 ere ; And she... | |
 | 1829 - 558 pàgines
...the eye but to the very principle of sensation, is the description of that " rich and balmy eve." ' Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...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,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pàgines
...frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreamt do I Lire hlended with the lights of ere; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviere ! She leant... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pàgines
...passions, nil delights, Whatever stire this mortal frame. All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ZVc - b "%qp E t Og O f 8 9H h ~ m ) c i "q cb @ ' >F 0R ɠ f5 2 Beeide the ruin'd lower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene. Had blended with the lights of eve... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - 706 pàgines
...Svauevweifen ; Unb fang ein alt unb tufjvenb £ieb, 2>ae gut ju jenen Stummem (îimmte, Sie Sp^eu tinga unt> When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd...eve And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Generiere! She leant against the armed man The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...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 1 lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1832 - 706 pàgines
...(îimmtè; Sie SpÇeu ringe 'unb SJteoe ЛУ lien midway on Ihr mount I lay, Beside tbe rnin'd tbwer. The Moonshine , stealing o'er the scene, Had blended...with the lights of eve And she was there, my hope, шу joy, My own dear Geneticre ! She leant against the armed man The statue of the armed knight; She... | |
 | William Finden, Edward Francis Finden - 1834 - 234 pàgines
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred name. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...eve, And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève ! She leant against the armed 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.... 
