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.
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Sunday, September 25, 2005
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Love
All thoughts, all passions, all delights,
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
S.T.Coleridge - Selected Poems
Whatever stirs this mortal frame,
All are but ministers of Love,
And feed his sacred flame.
S.T.Coleridge - Selected Poems
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