 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 lehte
...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,...was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve ! 138 She lean'd against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 lehte
...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...was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve! ' . Few sorrows hath she of her own,. My Hope! my Joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best, whene'er I... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 lehte
...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,...; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Geuevieve ! She lean'd against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 lehte
...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 was... | |
 | 1820 - 774 lehte
...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....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 to my lay,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 lehte
...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...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 to my lay,... | |
 | 1820 - 784 lehte
...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,...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 to my... | |
 | 1820 - 496 lehte
...ministers of l.ovp, And feed hit sacred flume, •ft in my waking dreami do I laveoVr again thaihappj honr, When midway on the mount I lay. Beside the ruin'd tower. The Moonshine, stealing oVr the scene, Had blended with the lights of we ; And she »ns there, my hope, my joy, My own drar... | |
 | Friedrich Johann Jacobsen - 1820 - 796 lehte
...fVhen midway on the mount l lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. "Hie moonshine , stealing o'er the scent, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there , my hope t my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leant against the armed man, The atakue of the armed knight; She... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 lehte
...sate, Beside the ruined Tower. m The moonshine stealing o'er the sc Had blended with the lights of And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve. She Ican'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my harp,,... | |
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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.... 
