 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 pagina’s
...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 Ruin'd Tower. The Moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the Lights of Eve-, And she was... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 pagina’s
...Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but 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 Ruin'd Tower. The Moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 pagina’s
...Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but 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 Ruin'd Tower. The Moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 pagina’s
...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...; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Gonevieve ! She leaned against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listened... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 pagina’s
...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...; 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 pagina’s
...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...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... | |
 | 1820 - 774 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 pagina’s
...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 was... | |
 | 1820 - 784 pagina’s
...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... | |
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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.... 
