 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 - Page 2221828Full view - About this book
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - English poetry - 1853 - 334 pages
...ADORATION. Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy, — fill [ne (jijaiing SOul, enwrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there, As in her...alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstacy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join... | |
 | Elizabeth Nicholson - Literature - 1853 - 412 pages
...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 extacy ! Awake, 174 Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all... | |
 | American literature - 1853 - 442 pages
...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...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
...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...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,... | |
 | 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...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, all... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English literature - 1853 - 728 pages
...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 1 '. . Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks... | |
 | Anna U. Russell - Elocution - 1853 - 580 pages
...EXPRESSION." Joy, Sublimity, and Adoration, [From the Hymn to Mont Blanc.] Coleridge. "Awake, my soul! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! awake, my heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliff's all join my hymn! "Ye living flowers, that skirt the eternal frost! Ye wild goats, sporting... | |
 | Alexander Winton Buchan - 1854 - 332 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...sovran of the vale ! O struggling with the darkness all night long And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky, or when they sink... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 208 pages
...own secret joy : Till the dilating soul, eurapt, transfused Into the mighty vision passing — then, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven ! Awake,...cliffs, all join my hymn ! Thou first and chief, sole sovereign of the vale ! Oh struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1854 - 482 pages
...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...Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my heart, awake ! Grim vales and icy cliffs all join my hymn. Thou first and chief, sole sovran of the vale ! 0 struggling... | |
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