 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1834 - 312 str.
...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...; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviere ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened... | |
 | Ellen Pickering - 1834 - 246 str.
...twin'd; Thou'rt in my mind, thou'rt in my mind." CROLT% " The moonshine, stealing o'erthe scene, HaoV blended with the lights of eve, And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Gencvieve. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes, and modest grace, And she forgave... | |
 | Plantagenet - 1835 - 950 str.
...Tremouille, by starting next morning before any of the family had made their appearance. CHAPTER VI. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! • * • * She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modeat grace ; For well she... | |
 | 1835 - 428 str.
...MANORIAL ARCHIVES. BY HORACE OUILFORD. (Far the Parterre). ROMANCE THE THIRB. THE SOLITARY GRANGE. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene. Had blended...; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève ! She leaned against the armed man, The statne of the armed knight; She stood and listened... | |
 | 1835 - 428 str.
...Parterre). ROMANCE THY THIRD. THE SOLITARY GRANGE. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene, Had blended u in, the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevicve ! She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and I> ->>... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1835 - 320 str.
...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 ; VOL. i. 10 Aud she was .there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leaned against the armed... | |
 | Garland - 1836 - 246 str.
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1836 - 496 str.
...Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. The monshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights...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 listened to my harp... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 str.
...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...the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And «he was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 str.
...passions, all delights. Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All arc but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er...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... | |
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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.... 
