 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.  Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats - 97. oldalSzerkesztette: - 1911 - 215 oldalTeljes nézet - Információ erről a könyvről
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 oldal
...so cold." — Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. 137 LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever stirs...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 oldal
...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...o'er the scene Had blended with the Lights of Eve-, And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve! ' . Few sorrows hath she of her own,. My... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 oldal
...cold." — Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. . . i LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever stirs...Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft ill my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the Mount I lay Beside the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 oldal
...cold." — Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. I 129 LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever stirs...Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft iu my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the Mount I lay Beside the... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 oldal
...shine so cold." —Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. ta LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever stirs...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 Moonshine... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 oldal
...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...o'er the scene, Had 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... | |
 | 1820 - 774 oldal
...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...o'er the scene, Had 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... | |
 | 1826 - 952 oldal
...shared the pastimes and the confidence of her virgin youthhead. With her aa with Geneviève— All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs...are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame ! And will this holy state of the spirit endure ? No — it will fade, and fade, and fade away, sunset... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 444 oldal
...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...o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! * This word, which Ilerrick writes '... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 380 oldal
...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...o'er the scene, Had blended 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... | |
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