 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 Poems of S. T. Coleridge - Стр. 147авторы: Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1864 - Страниц: 299Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - Страниц: 478
...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...; 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 - Страниц: 490
...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 - Страниц: 426
...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...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 - Страниц: 432
...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - Страниц: 374
...Love And feed Ills sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, AVhen midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower....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 - 2002 - Страниц: 260
...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 - Страниц: 152
...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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