 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 Poetical Melange - Side 2221828Fuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1854 - 712 sider
...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...thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song I Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole... | |
 | 1854 - 576 sider
...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...; not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks, and silent ecstasy. Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake, Green vales and icy cliffs, all... | |
 | Charles Williams - 1854 - 662 sider
...thought, Yea, with my lift; and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her...heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owcst ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and sot-ret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1854 - 322 sider
...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...heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owcst ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstacy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song... | |
 | 1854 - 456 sider
...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 ! Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn ! Thou... | |
 | Charles Williams - 1854 - 668 sider
...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 hca\ en ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owcst ! not ulonc these swelling tears, Mute... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 478 sider
...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...alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks, and secret eestasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Grim vales and icy cliffs all join... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 sider
...soul, enrapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swelled vnst to heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise...alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks, and secret eestasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Grim vales and icy cliffs all join... | |
 | 1855 - 458 sider
...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, swelled vast to heaven ! Voice of sweet song! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn ! Thou... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 sider
...thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, em-apt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing, — 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... | |
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