...his way did he take, For the Devil thought, by a slight mistake, It was general conflagration. LOVE. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...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...

...one—that shared the pastimes and the confidence of her virgin youth-head. With her as with Genevieve— All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame! • And will this holy state of the spirit endure? No—it will fade, and fade, and fade away, sunset...

...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...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,...

...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...

...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...happy hour, When 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...

...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...lost ; for the condescensions of learning arc alway ; Ana she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geneviève! She leaned against the armed man, The...

...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...

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

...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 midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene, Bad blended with the lights of eve ; And she was...

...would have been more acceptable : with less of serious purpose he would have seemed more really human. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of divine intelligence, And feed that sacred flame. Indeed, we think the present translators have admitted...