 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1854 - 332 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,...mighty 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... | |
 | 1854 - 456 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, enrapt, transfuse 3, Into the mighty vision passing, — there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven... | |
 | Charles Williams - 1854 - 668 halaman
...like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we ore listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, was't blending with my thought, Yea, with my life...and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, cnrapt, transfused. Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 208 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, eurapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing — then, As in her natural form, swelled vast to... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1854 - 322 halaman
...we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, ADORATION. Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy, — Till the dilating soul, enwrapt, transfused, Into ths mighty vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swelled vast... | |
 | 1855 - 458 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...there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn ! Thou... | |
 | 1877 - 852 halaman
...sweet beguiling melody — So sweet, we know not we are listening to it — Thou, the mean while, was blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy ! " In that agony o' sickness, as I sat upo' the stair," he said to himself — for still in his own... | |
 | 1901 - 684 halaman
...Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy : Till thé dilaling soûl, enrapt, Iransfused, Into thé mighty vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven! Àwake, my soûl! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alorie thèse swelling tears, Mute thanks... | |
 | Meyer Howard Abrams - 1973 - 564 halaman
...1817); The Friend (ed. Rooke), I, 520. In his Hymn before Sunrise Coleridge describes Mont Blanc as "blending with my Thought,/ Yea, with my Life and Life's own secret joy." See also Collected Letters, ed. Griggs, I, 397-8. 50. Blake, Poetry and Prose, ed. Erdman and Bloom,... | |
 | Robert F. Gleckner - 1975 - 356 halaman
...itself by constructing and viewing itself as object. Thus, of Mont Blanc he wrote: Thou, the meantime, wast blending with my Thought, Yea with my Life, and...there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven. ("Hymn before Sunrise") To the complaint of Wordsworth, expectedly unsympathetic on epistemological... | |
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... 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening... 
