...far more UY estranged heart lets know The atuenoe of the lovo, which ret it fain would ibow. LOVE.* ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of J/>ve, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour. When...

...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....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...

...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,...

...brought Coleridge's verses on "Love" to my Ot In my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that h.ippy hour. When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. I felt that tha time and place were propitious; for it might have been said of me as of the "Knight...

...arsisse pudet. Veteres tranquilla tumultus Mens horret, ralegensque alium putat ista locutum. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...stealing o'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve ; VOL. i. L And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the...

...But hearken: — All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame....stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve : And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geuevieve. She leaned against the armed man,...

...far more th* estranged heart lets know The absence of the love, which ret it fain would show. LOVE.* ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Ixive, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour. When...

...Veteres tranquilla tunmltug IVIens horret, relegensque alium putat ista locutum. LOVE. PsTRiRCH. A LL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs...midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my lay,...

...London, will be deprived of half their amusement, and half their occupation. MUTUAL LOVE. COLEEIDGE. 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...

...passions, all delights. Whatever »tire ihia mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed hi« 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 lower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the «cene. Had blended with the lights of eve ; And «he...