...mind, under the liquescent process of that almost universal mental solvent, of which Coleridge says, " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame." Perhaps it is hardly fair to make such a use of intercepted Hawaiian madrigals, but they will have...

...mind, under the liquescent process of that almost universal mental solvent, of which Coleridge says, All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. Perhaps it is hardly fair to make such a use of intercepted Hawaiian madrigals, but they will have...

...futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurned by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest; Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over...Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that hapgy hour. When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the...

...iiberhaupt eine der schonsten und zartesten Poesieen, welche die englische Literatur aufzuweisen hat. Love. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, Whe» midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had...

...melody. 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 moolight stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she...

...this mortal frame, All arc but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred name. Oft In my waking hours do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I Lay, lieside the ruln'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with tlio lights of eve...

...confidence of her virgin youthhood. With her, as with Genevieve — "All thonghta, all pnssinns, ell delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love. And feed his saered flame!" And will this holy Mate of the spirit endure? No — it will fade, and fade, and fade...

...best companion—companion in contrast—to "The Bridge of Sighs," is Coleridge's " Gene vie ve !" All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...lay Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine stealing »'er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve, And she was there my hope, my joy, My own dear...

...it is breathed. 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...

...miracles. "For he can maken at his owen gise " Of everich herte, as that him list devise." CHAUCER. "All thoughts, all passions, all delights, " Whatever...but ministers of Love, " And feed his sacred flame." COLERIDGE. THE SMILE. I saw her smile ; — the thought I breathed, Oh ! could that lovely smile be...