 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 ruin'd...  Recollections of a Literary Life - Página 429de Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 558 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | New elegant extracts - 1823
...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... | |
 | William Oxberry - 1824
...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 - 420 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1828
...And tears take sunshine from thine eyes !" But the following exquisite ballad we must quote entire. " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of ere ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man.... | |
 | British poets - 1828
...pudet. Vetereg tranquilla tiiimtltU8 Mens horret relegengquc .ilium putat ista locutum. PETRARCH*. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...happy hour. When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. nest The Monniihine, stealing o'er the scene, llnd Me mini with the lights or ere; And... | |
 | 1828
...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...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. O ever in my waking dreams I dwell upon that happy hour, When midway on the mount I sat, Beside the... | |
 | 1829
...(Dryden was no contemptible metaphysician), that " Pity melts the soul to love." He maintains that— ' All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.' This is the prelude of his song, giving us the theme, tone, sentiment, before he paints the scene,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 páginas
...whene'er I sing The songs ill и make her grieve. All thoughts, ;ill passions, all delights, Whatever stir hood's dark and tossing waves, And Youth's smooth ocean, smiling to betray : Oh ! ever in my waking dreams, I dwell upon that happy hour, When midway on the mount I sate, Beside... | |
 | 1830 - 184 páginas
...three years, and the other of two, who were the dear solace of their retirement. If it be -true that ' All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame,' the reunion of these young people must have been blissful. An expedition to the southward was soon... | |
 | 1831
...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...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... | |
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