...the woods — in the third, earth is like heaven ; — for you are made to feel that " All tho ights, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal...are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame ! " Has Coleridge, then, ever written a Great Poem ? No ; for besides the Regions of the Fair, the...

...melodies of the woods—in the third, earth is like heaven; —for you are made to feel that " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs...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,...

...incompatible with the petty brokerage and contemptible shifts of the Moneylender—A. 0.! CHAPTER VI. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonlight, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the mists of eve; And she was there,—my hope,—my...

...it is best known will not object to have a few of the verses again placed before them here : — All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs...happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she...

...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...

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...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...ruin'd tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene, Bad blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy. My own dear tienevieve ! She...

...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of love, And feed his sacred ñame. to receive, and such pleasures only imparted as others...are qualified to enjoy. . By this descent from th ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; Ana she...

...and balmier breezes, and more glorious landscapes, than were ever given to him on this earth. " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs...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...

...OR, GENEVIEVE. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame....midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonlight stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope,...