| Bela Bates Edwards - 1835 - 328 halaman
...So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thoughts, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy, —...alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy. Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join... | |
| William Graham (teacher of elocution.) - 1837 - 370 halaman
...So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thoughts, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till...there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven I Awake, my soul \ not only passive praise Thou owest \ not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 halaman
...like some sweet beguiling melody. So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought,. Yea with my Life and...mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven ' Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thouowest! not alone these swelling... | |
| Charles Edwards Lester - 1838 - 272 halaman
...like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life,...and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enwrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast... | |
| 1838 - 348 halaman
...sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast hlending with my thought, Yes, with my life and life's own secret joy: Till the dilating soul, eurapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing — then, As in her natural form, swell'd vast to... | |
| Louisa Caroline Tuthill - 1839 - 482 halaman
...like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and...joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Intothe mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Awake, my... | |
| Henry Theodore Tuckerman - 1839 - 242 halaman
...O sovran Blanc !' And then the invocation which the view inspires, how true and expressive ! — ' Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest...alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks, and secret ecstasy ! Awake Voice of sweet song ! awake my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs — all join... | |
| Ebenezer Bailey - 1840 - 426 halaman
...like some sweet, beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, — Yea, with my life,...there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven 1 Awake, my soul ! Not only passive praise Thou owest ; not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1840 - 582 halaman
...like some sweet beguiling melody. So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, X swell'd vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling... | |
| 1840 - 378 halaman
...like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet we know not we are listening to it, Thou the mean while wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life,...vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling... | |
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