 | 1884 - 882 страници
...that there is no inherent reason why a drum should not serve as well as a flute for such a purpose. " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame." I saw two of these flickers clinging to the trunk of a shell-bark tree ; which, by the way, is a tree... | |
 | John Wilson - 1857 - 500 страници
...melodies of the woods — in the third, earth is like heaven ; — for you are made to feel that " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame !" Has Coleridge, then, ever written a Great Poem ? No ; for besides the Eegions of the Fair, the Wild,... | |
 | John Wilson - 1857 - 454 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,... | |
 | John Wilson - 1857 - 448 страници
...whom delight cannot be delusion — where in Poetry is there another such Lay of Love as Genevicve f " 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... | |
 | 1857 - 802 страници
...the melodies of the woods — in the third, earth is like heaven ;— for you are made to feel that ' All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flume 1 ' Has Coleridge, then, ever written a Great Poera ? No ; for besides the Regions of the Fair,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 страници
...valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — do I wake or sleep ? COLERIDGE. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, A nd feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 374 страници
...passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, AH are but ministers of Love And feed Ills sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, AVhen midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had... | |
 | Mary Coombs Greenleaf - 1858 - 480 страници
...account-books, journal, record of mercies, letters ; we are reminded of the words of Coleridge : — " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...frame, All are but ministers of love, And feed his saered flame" Love to Jesus, and the souls he came to save, was the divinely enkindled flame to which... | |
 | George Brimley - 1858 - 376 страници
...imaginative woe That loves to handle spiritual strife is operative throughout; and, as Coleridge says of love, — All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame — BO, In Memoriam traverses the widest circuit... | |
 | 1856 - 416 страници
...imaginative woe That loves to handle spiritual strife is operative throughout ; and, as Coleridge says of love, — All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame — so, In Memoriam traverses the widest circuit... | |
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ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. 
