 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 psl.
...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...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 - 280 psl.
...Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft ill my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour,...there, my Hope, my Joy, .•' My own dear Genevieve ! The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 psl.
...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, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 psl.
...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 was... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 psl.
...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 was... | |
 | 1820 - 774 psl.
...passions, all delights, 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...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 psl.
...passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I . Live...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 psl.
...passions, all delights, 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...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...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... | |
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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.... 
