 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 New York Speaker - Page 284by Warren P. Edgarton - 1868Full view - About this book
 | 1853 - 442 pages
...sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my Life, and Life's own secret joy, Till the...owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks aud secret extacy ! Awake, 174 Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 712 pages
...sw^ej^,weiVkiiQm Jdiot^^a, are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wa,st blending with my thought, Yea; with my life, and life's own secret joy : Till the...form, swelled vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not 6nly passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1853 - 334 pages
...thought, ADORATION. Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy, — fill [ne (jijaiing SOul, enwrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there,...! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstacy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1853 - 728 pages
...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...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 - 1853 - 622 pages
...sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my Thought. Yea ght turn'd wildly round, And nothing saw but his own...pray'd. The touch, the sight, had pass'd away, And i swell'd vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1853 - 800 pages
...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...owest! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake .' Green vales and icy clitFs,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 pages
...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—there As in her natural form swelled vast to Heaven ! Awake my soul! not only passive praise... | |
 | 1853 - 792 pages
...shaking the tops of a pine forest, or blowing over the snowy wastes of an Alpine landscape : — " Awake my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret exstacy ! Awake, A* oice of sweet song ! A wake, my heart, awake ! Green voles and icy cliffs,... | |
 | 1854 - 576 pages
...swuet, 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...awake, Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my hymn. ,.V 458 THE STANDARD SPEAKER. \ Companion of the morning star at dawn, \ Thyself earth's rosy star,... | |
 | Conrad Hume Pinches - 1854 - 460 pages
...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 the...! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! awake, Voice of sweet song ! awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs,... | |
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