 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1838 - 492 pàgines
...Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. The monshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 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 of... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 pàgines
...hut ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had hlended with the lights of eve ; 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 to my harp... | |
 | 460 pàgines
...passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, AH are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again tbat bappy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tow'r. The moonshine, stealing o'er... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1840 - 582 pàgines
...passions, all delights. Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his which the poet's ever active mind has deduced from,...the imagery and the incidents. The reader is forced lower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Hod blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there,... | |
 | 1840 - 368 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 min'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was... | |
 | 1840 - 378 pàgines
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. P2 Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount 1 lay Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights... | |
 | Friedrich Heinrich Karl Freiherr de La Motte-Fouqué - 1841 - 340 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...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,... | |
 | Friedrich Heinrich Karl Freiherr de La Motte-Fouqué - 1841 - 336 pàgines
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame. All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred damn. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...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,... | |
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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.... 
