 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 Poetical Melange - Страница 1311828Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 страници
...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...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,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 страници
...my waking dreams, 1 dwell upon that happy hour, When midway on the mount I sate, Beside the ruin'd t >8~ 䯟 ܼ ϼ { '/_ _ ) i | O[n ښ k k kvO z sg kf- 3 k ZZ / mR # L*] ¸!J Geneviève ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight , She stood and listen'd... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 страници
...that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing »'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve, And...there my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve. She leant against the arme'd man, The statue of the arme'd knight, She stood and listened to my lay Amid... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 страници
...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 stealing o'er...; 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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 страници
...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 listened to my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy ! ihy Genevieve ! She... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - 1855 - 490 страници
...I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the light 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 listen'd to my lay Amid... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1857 - 432 страници
...flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I J Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er...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 - 426 страници
...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, stealing o'er...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 страници
...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...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 listen'd to my lay Amid... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 страници
...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 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 ! my... | |
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