 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 sayfa
...fVhen midway on the mount l lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. "Hie moonshine , stealing o'er the scent, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope t my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leant against the armed man, The atakue of the armed knight; She... | |
 | 1822 - 418 sayfa
...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...; And she 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... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 444 sayfa
...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 lights of eve ; And she... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 404 sayfa
...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. She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 sayfa
...sacred flame. O ever in 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...• And she 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... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 380 sayfa
...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 lights of eve ; And she... | |
 | Thomas Charlton Smith - 1824 - 180 sayfa
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 sayfa
...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 Genevieve! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened... | |
 | 1828 - 514 sayfa
...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...stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of ere ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man.... | |
 | 1828 - 814 sayfa
...sacred flame. O ever 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...; And she 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... | |
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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.... 
