 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 pàgines
...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...; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevievel She stood and listened to my harp Amid the ling'ring light. Few sorrows hath she of her... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 pàgines
...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 again that...happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the light of eve ; And she was... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 pàgines
...mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I J Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the...; 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 pàgines
...— do I wake or sleep 1 COLERIDGE. LOVE. All are but ministers of Love, And feed hin 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 ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 374 pàgines
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, AH are but ministers of Love And feed Ills sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, AVhen midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1858 - 792 pàgines
...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...; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear G-enevieve ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened... | |
 | Hendrik Poutsma - 1926 - 492 pàgines
...between sleeping and waking. Mrs. CASK., North & South, Ch. XXIII, 151. II. Oft in my waking dreams do II Live o'er again that happy hour, | When midway on the mount I lay, I Beside the ruined tower. COLERIDGE, Love, II. 22. a) Rather frequently the verb in its modified application... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 260 pàgines
...waking dreams, 25 I dwell upon that happy hour, When midway on the Mount I sate Beside the ruin'd Tow'r. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended...lights of eve, And she was there, my hope! my joy! 30 My own dear Genevieve! She lean'd against the armed Man The statue of the armed Knight She stood... | |
 | Caroline Tiger - 2008 - 152 pàgines
...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 ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was... | |
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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.... 
