 Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy: Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing...  The Alps, Switzerland, and the North of Italy - Sayfa 50Charles Williams tarafından - 1854 - 633 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | George Keate - 1790 - 388 sayfa
...not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my Life, and Life's own secret joy, Till the dilating soul,...heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstacy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song... | |
 | 1834 - 918 sayfa
...know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating Soul,...there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven I " Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks... | |
 | 1817 - 526 sayfa
...my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret Joy ; Tul the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfus'd, Into the mighty Vision passing — there As in her...•- Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest I not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake Voice of sweet bung... | |
 | 1817 - 526 sayfa
...secret Joy ; Till die dilating Soul, cnrapt, tmnsfus'd, Into the mighty Vision passing — there A* in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven ! • • Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake Voice of sweet song... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 sayfa
...know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret Joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty Vision passing—there, As in her natural form, swelTd vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul! not only passive praise... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 sayfa
...know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought, Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret Joy: Till the dilating Soul,...Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song!... | |
 | 1828 - 814 sayfa
...Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, VOL. II. L Into the mighty vision passing — there, As in her...heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! awake, Voice of sweet song... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 sayfa
...wast blending with my Thought, Yea with my Life and Life's own secret Joy : Till the dilating Soitl, ons will ret ( swell'd vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praire Thou owest ! not alone these swelling... | |
 | Bela Bates Edwards - 1832 - 338 sayfa
...not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thoughts, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy,— Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing—there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Awake, my soul! Not only passive... | |
 | 1834 - 896 sayfa
...know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating Soul,...! " Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song... | |
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