 | English literature - 1852 - 1070 pages
...mount I Lay, lieside the ruln'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with tlio lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy — My own dear Gcnevieve!' The pieces we have mentioned are the most wonderful efforts of Coleridge. We have been... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1852 - 588 pages
...the armed man, The statue of the armSd knight, She stood and listened to my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my joy 1 my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft... | |
 | Poets, American - 1853 - 560 pages
...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...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp, Amid... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 pages
...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...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 - 1853 - 712 pages
...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...was there, 'my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope ! my ioy ! my Genevieve ! She loves ^^^.^sdjjens^ezJLsing... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 622 pages
...o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, ridge Geneviève! She leant against the armed man. The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1853 - 378 pages
...that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing »'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve, And...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 - English literature - 1853 - 728 pages
...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...; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened... | |
 | Richard Wright Procter - Poetry - 1855 - 490 pages
...I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the light of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own...man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope, my joy, my Ge'.ievieve... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 478 pages
...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...; 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... | |
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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.... 
