...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...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, Amid...

...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...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope !...

...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...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 lay, Amid...

...delights. Whatever »tire ihia mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed hi« sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...hour. When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd lower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the «cene. Had blended with the lights of eve ; And «he was there,...

...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 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 light of eve ; She lent against...

...Castle. Miss Elliott accompanied me. The scene brought Coleridge's verses on " Love" to my mind : — " 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." I felt that the time and place were propitious ; for, it might have been said of me...

...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 again that...midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonlight stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope,...

...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 again that...on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. " The moolight stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope,...

...this mortal frame, All arc but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred name. Oft In my waking hours do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I Lay, lieside the ruln'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with tlio lights of eve...

...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, Whe» midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had...