 | 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...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... | |
 | 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...but 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... | |
 | 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...but 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 356 oldal
...two s-will rest my claim to the approbation-of-the Public> 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... | |
 | New Church gen. confer - 1875 - 618 oldal
...What a pity it is they should ever be spoiled ! Of this region of the soul it may truly be said, — " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All ave but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame." But there is another kingdom in the soul, the... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 1831 - 1008 oldal
...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... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 oldal
...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 oldal
...altar, earth, sea, skies ! One chorus let all being raise ! All Nature's ince.ise rise ! A TALE OP LOVE. COLERIDGE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all 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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 oldal
...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... | |
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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. 
