 | John Wilson - 1842 - 380 pages
...the third, earth is like heaven ; — for you are made to feel that " All thoughts, all passions, nil delights, Whatever 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 fair,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - Ballads, English - 1844 - 178 pages
...hold its place amongst the established favorites of the British people. ALL thoughts, all passiions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All...I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on (he mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with... | |
 | Physiology - 1844 - 86 pages
...suns, and balmier breezes, and more glorious landscapes, than were ever given to him on this earth. " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame." Happy are those who have this blissful period yet to come! Happy, thrice happy, those who, when it... | |
 | American literature - 1860 - 620 pages
...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... | |
 | Edinburgh (Scotland) - 1843 - 434 pages
...give it entire. " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my wnking dreams do I " Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...silent sky, And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun, Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God. n his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. The br Are all but ministers of love, And feed his sacred ñame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 pages
...But in far more UY estranged heart lets know The atuenoe of the lovo, which ret it fain would ibow. > > ; 0 0 > > ? ?M* :s> ? > > 4 > X% 8 ? ? ? ? 5 0 8 J/>ve, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour. When... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - Art - 1845 - 846 pages
...that hath been stunned, And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow morn. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of LOVE, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...that hath been stunn'd, And is of sense forlorn : A sadder and a wiser man. He rose the morrow mom. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1846 - 332 pages
...And more than all, the embrace and intertwine Of all with all in gay and twinkling dance ! * ****** LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope,... | |
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J3eside 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... 
