 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 頁
...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 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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 頁
...hut ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had hlended with the lights of eve ; And she 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 Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 頁
...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 1 lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of... | |
 | Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 頁
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1840 - 582 頁
...Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in r active mind has deduced from, or connected with,...the imagery and the incidents. The reader is forced lower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Hod blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there,... | |
 | 1840 - 368 頁
...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 min'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was... | |
 | 1840 - 378 頁
...Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. P2 Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount 1 lay Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights... | |
 | Friedrich Heinrich Karl Freiherr de La Motte-Fouqué - 1841 - 340 頁
...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 ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay,... | |
 | 1842 - 480 頁
...did he take, For the Devil thought, by a slight mistake, It was general conflagration. LOVE. 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,... | |
 | 1843 - 368 頁
...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 ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay,... | |
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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.... 
