 All thoughts, all passions, 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 happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.  Spirit of the English Magazines - Страница 1131828Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1834 - 918 страници
...whom delight cannot be delusion— where in Poetry is there another such Lay of Love as Genevieve ? " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame ! " All Poets who have held close communion with what is called inanimate nature, have given her, not... | |
 | 1831 - 1008 страници
...like heaven; — for you are made to feel that " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, \Vhatcver stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his holy flame !" Has Coleridge, then, ever written a Great Poem ? No ; for besides the Regions of the... | |
 | 1820 - 784 страници
...went away, gam. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame....happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The Moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 страници
...own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve, She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All arc but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame O ever in my waking dreams, I dwell upon that... | |
 | 1822 - 418 страници
...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man,... | |
 | New elegant extracts - 1823 - 404 страници
...LOVE. HERRICK. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame....happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd tower. She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd... | |
 | Richard Alfred Davenport - 1823 - 444 страници
...HERRICK. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame....happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824 - 380 страници
...Miscellany. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame....happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 страници
...My hope, my joy, my Genevieve, She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. . , All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. O ever in my waking dreams, 1 dwell upon that happy hour, When midway on the Mount I sate, Beside the... | |
 | Thomas Charlton Smith - 1824 - 180 страници
...wave, when it touches the lips, Will that vision arise which reminds me of thee ! SONNETS. SONNETS. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve. COLERIDGE. THE orb of day sunk proudly in the west, His wanton rays upon the clouds were cast... | |
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