 Yet, 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, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing...  The Alps, Switzerland, and the North of Italy - Side 50af Charles Williams - 1854 - 633 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1849 - 578 sider
...know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Tbonpfc. Yea with my Life and Life's own secret Joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused. Into the mighty vision posing — there As in her natural form, swell'd vast to He Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise... | |
 | Truman Rickard, Hiram Orcutt - 1850 - 130 sider
...the meanwhile, wast blending with my thoughts, Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy, — 20 Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the...Heaven. Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! — • not alone these swelling tears, 25 Mute thanks, and secret ecstacy ! Awake, Voice of... | |
 | Walter McLeod - 1850 - 170 sider
...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 the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing—there, As in her natural form, swell'd vast to heaven! Awake, my soul! not only passive praise... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 sider
...most secret joy; Till the dilating soul, enwrapped, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing—there As in her natural form swelled vast to Heaven! Awake, my soul! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears, Mute tears and thrilling ecstasy. Awake! Voice of sweet song!... | |
 | 1851 - 130 sider
...growing up and incorporation into the national life of the principles of God's word? The truth of God " transfused Into the mighty vision passing there, As in her natural form, swells vast to heaven." And as from the vale where night yet hung in darkness, the poet gazed on Mount... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1852 - 568 sider
...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,...Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! Not only passive praise Thou owest ; not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks, and silent eestasy. Awake, Voice of sweet song... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 sider
...we are listening to it, Thou, the aieanwhile, wast blending with my thought, • Yea, with my life, and life's own secret joy, — Till the dilating soul,...Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! Not only passive praise Thou owest ; not alone'^these swelling tears, Mute thanks, anU 'silent ecstasy. Awake, Voice of sweet song... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1852 - 570 sider
...to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life, and life's own seeret joy, — Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused,...Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! Not only passive praise Thou owest ; not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks, and silent eestasy. Awake, Voice of sweet song... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 sider
...with my thought, Yea with my life, and life's most secret joy ; Till the dilating soul, enwrapped, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there...Heaven! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears, Mute tears and thrilling ecstasy. Awake ! Voice of sweet song... | |
 | Scottish school-book assoc - 1852 - 322 sider
...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, transfused, Into the mighty Vision passing—there, As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven! Awake, my soul! not only passive praise... | |
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