 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....  The Book of British Ballads - Seite 175herausgegeben von - 1853 - 440 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 - 426 Seiten
...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 lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 Seiten
...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...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 lay, Amid... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 Seiten
...— 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2002 - 260 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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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