 | Catherine Grace F. Gore, Mrs. Gore (Catherine Grace Frances) - 1843 - 890 Seiten
...incompatible with the petty brokerage and contemptible shifts of the Moneylender—A. 0.! CHAPTER VI. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour,...midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonlight, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the mists of eve; And she was there,—my hope,—my... | |
 | 1843 - 434 Seiten
...stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my wnking dreams do I " Live o'er again that happy hour, When...ruin'd tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene, Bad blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy. My own dear tienevieve ! She... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 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 ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 Seiten
...Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in thy gestures grace and life! So have I, not unmoved iti mind, Seen birds of tempest-loving kind, ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 Seiten
...Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of love, And feed his sacred ñame. 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 the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; Ana she... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1844 - 178 Seiten
...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 (he mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 Seiten
...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,...; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 Seiten
...Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of J/>ve, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in earing all manner of reason !" Again— but, indeed...wisdom and political prudence — " Why should we «cene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève!... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 Seiten
...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,...midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonlight stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 Seiten
...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,...midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonlight stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope,... | |
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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.... 
