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...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 «he...

...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 Amid...

...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...

...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...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 to my lay, Amid...

...delights. Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. t's ever active mind has deduced from, or connected...with, the imagery and the incidents. The reader is ruin'd lower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Hod blended with the lights of eve ; And she...

...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 min'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was...

...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...

...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...

...blended with the lights of eve ; 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 to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own,— My hope ! my joy...