 | 1855 - 338 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... | |
 | Elizabeth Strutt - 1859 - 496 страници
...introductory bow to his audience, leaning his arm on the chimney-piece, he began those exquisite lines : " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame." He uttered the first stanza, however, with considerably more rapidity than belonged to the subject,... | |
 | Frederick Saunders - 1859 - 432 страници
...that wicked creature, man or woman, who is keeping them apart, will not be disposed of somehow." " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...mortal frame, All are but ministers of love, And feed Iris sacred flame." And, however much science or philosophy takes hold of our reason, as long as love... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1860 - 624 страници
...would have been more acceptable: with less of serious purpose he would have seemed more really human. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of divine intelligence, And feed that sacred flame. Indeed, we think the present translators have admitted... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 560 страници
...name, which I no more must sigh, A long, a last, a sad adieu ! SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 1772 — 1834. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount J lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1861 - 552 страници
...name, which I no more must sigh, A long, a last, a sad adieu ! SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 1772 — 1834. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do 1 Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1863 - 446 страници
...heave, and heave for me ! Soothe, gentle image ! soothe my mind ! To-morrow Lewti may be kind. 1796 LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do 1 Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1863 - 510 страници
...bosom heave, and heave for me ! Soothe, gentle image ! soothe my mind ! To-morrow Lewti may be kind. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do 1 Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine,... | |
 | William Whewell - 1864 - 644 страници
...does, draw within its vortex floating thoughts and feelings from every quarter ; as the poet says, All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...this mortal frame, All are but ministers of love, And fan his sacred flame. But though this is so, there are none of these feelings which so much deserve... | |
 | John Wilson - 1864 - 334 страници
...melodies of the woods — in ihe ihird, earlh is like heaven ; — for you are made to feel that 14 AH thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs...mortal frame All are but ministers of Love, And feed hie sacred flame!" Has Coleridge, then, ever written a Great Poem 7 No; for besides the Regions of... | |
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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. 
