 | William Wordsworth - 1800 - 272 Seiten
...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 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... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 280 Seiten
...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 stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft ill my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1802 - 282 Seiten
...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 stirs this mortal Frame, All are but Ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft iu my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When... | |
 | New Church gen. confer - 1875 - 618 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...whom delight cannot be delusion— where in Poetry is there another such Lay of Love as Genevieve ? " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame ! " All Poets who have held close communion with what is called inanimate... | |
 | British melodies - 1820 - 280 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 Seiten
...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 stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. O ever in my waking dreams, 1 dwell upon that happy hour, When midway... | |
 | 1828 - 514 Seiten
...And tears take sunshine from thine eyes !" But the following exquisite ballad we must quote entire. " 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1828 - 374 Seiten
...pudet. Veteres tranquilla tumultus Menshorret relegeusque alium putat ista locutum. PETEARCH. LOVE. 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... | |
 | 1828 - 814 Seiten
...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 are but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. O ever in my waking dreams I dwell upon that happy hour, When midway... | |
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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. 
