 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 стор.
...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor [poetical works] Coleridge - 1847 - 310 стор.
...arsisse pudet. Veteres tranquilla tumultus Mens horret, ralegensque alium putat ista locutum. 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... | |
 | Walter Percival - 1848 - 382 стор.
...London, will be deprived of half their amusement, and half their occupation. MUTUAL LOVE. COLEEIDGE. 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 - 1848 - 688 стор.
...Veteres tranquilla tunmltug IVIens horret, relegensque alium putat ista locutum. LOVE. PsTRiRCH. A LL 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... | |
 | Elihu Goodwin Holland - 1849 - 420 стор.
...surface-substance is drawn, to which all the other powers turn servants and waiters ? This central power is love. " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed the sacred flame." But whilst man lived for ages on his planet, without knowing the... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 стор.
...breast 1 Owning her weakness, Her evil behavior, And leaving with meekness Her sins to her Savior! 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... | |
 | Henry Theodore Cheever - 1851 - 382 стор.
...mind, under the liquescent process of that almost universal mental solvent, of which Coleridge says, All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. Perhaps it is hardly fair to make such a use of intercepted Hawaiian... | |
 | Henry Theodore Cheever - 1851 - 346 стор.
...mind, under the liquescent process of that almost universal mental solvent, of which Coleridge says, " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame." Perhaps it is hardly fair to make such a use of intercepted Hawaiian... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 стор.
...iiberhaupt eine der schonsten und zartesten Poesieen, welche die englische Literatur aufzuweisen hat. 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, Whe»... | |
 | 1852 - 1070 стор.
...course, all know it; but we must once more recall to their mind its serenely beautiful commencement : — •All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs 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... | |
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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. 
