 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 oldal
...shine so cold." — Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. 137 LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever...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 was... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 270 oldal
...waking dreams do I Live o'er again that 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 was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve ! 138 She lean'd against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 oldal
...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...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 was... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 oldal
...shine so cold." — Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. I 129 LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever...Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft iu my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the Mount I lay Beside the... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 oldal
...shine so cold." — Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. . . i LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever...Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft ill my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the Mount I lay Beside the... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1805 - 284 oldal
...shine so cold." —Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. ta LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever...blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Gonevieve ! She leaned against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1805 - 284 oldal
...shine so cold." — Thus answered Johnny in his glory, And that was all his travel's story. ia LOVE. All Thoughts, all Passions, all Delights, Whatever...blended with the Lights of Eve ; And she was there, my Hope, my Joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leaned against the Armed Man, The Statue of the Armed Knight... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - 334 oldal
...PETRARCH. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are aH 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 was... | |
 | 1820 - 774 oldal
...read it again. 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... | |
 | 1834 - 918 oldal
...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... | |
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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. 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. 
