...Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve ! 138 She lean'd against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to...

...the ruin'd tower. The moonfhine dealing o'er tnefceue. Had hlendfd with the light «f eve, And (lie was there, my hope, my joy. My own dear Genevieve. ' "' •' She lean'd againil ilie armed man, The itatue of the armed knight ; She (lood antl liften'd to my harpt Amid the...

...all'Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed'his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again, that...was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve! ' . Few sorrows hath she of her own,. My Hope! my Joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best, whene'er I...

...Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft ill my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour,...there, my Hope, my Joy, .•' My own dear Genevieve ! The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd to my Harp Amid the ling'ring Light. Few...

...Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft iu my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour,...; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Geuevieve ! She lean'd against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight : She stood and listen'd...

...Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...happy hour, When midway on the Mount I lay Beside the Ruined Tower. The Moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was...

...Delights, Whatever stirs this mortal Frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...happy hour, When midway on the Mount I lay Beside the Ruined Tower. The Moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was...

...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid...

...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are aH but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid...

...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; < She stood and listen "d to my lay,...