 | George Keate - 1790 - 388 стор.
...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...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1812 - 466 стор.
...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, transfus'd, Into the mighty VISION passing, there As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven !... | |
 | 1834 - 918 стор.
...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...dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing — there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven I " Awake, my soul ! not only passive... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 330 стор.
...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, transftjs'd, Into the mighty Vision passing — there As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven... | |
 | John Johnstone - 1827 - 596 стор.
...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...mighty Vision passing—there, As in her natural form, swelTd vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul! not only passive praise Thou owest! not alone these swelling... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 стор.
...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:...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... | |
 | British poets - 1828 - 838 стор.
...beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it, Than, the meanwhile, wast blending with my trannfus'd, Into the mighty vision passing — there A» in her natural form, swell'd vast to heaven... | |
 | 1828 - 814 стор.
...So 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 dilating soul, enrapt, transfused, VOL. II. L Into the mighty vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swelled vast to heaven... | |
 | 1829 - 558 стор.
...beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are 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, enrapt, trausfus'd, Into the mighty vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 стор.
...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, transfus'd, Into the mighty Vision passing — there, As in her natural form, swell'd vast to Heaven.... | |
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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... 
