...dream of his youth — but not that love which he afterwards records in the Genevieve when he says, " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame." First love, so seldom the mature love of future days, is a flower of premature growth and developement,...

...II T 1 , GENEVIEVE. ALT. thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, AH are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again tbat bappy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tow'r. The moonshine, stealing o'er...

...teach, where the stern law Still speaks in thunder, where chief angels watch, GENEVIEVE.— COLERIDGE. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight...

...trust that even from the present volume, some little amusement, if not profit, may be deduced. BOOK I, All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. COLERIDGE. CHAPTER I. Earth has one boon for all her children — death ; Open thy arms, 0 mother !...

...far more UT estranged heart leu know The absence of the love, which ret it fain would show. LOVE.* ng objectionable; nothing which would preclude them from forming, in their proper place, part of ruin'd lower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Hod blended with the lights of eve ; And she...

...wo, A woful tale of love I sing ; Hark, gentle maidens, hark ! it sighs And trembles on the string. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay Beside the min'd tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve ; And she was...

...wo, A woful tale of love I sing ; Hark, gentle maidens, hark ! it sighs And trembles on the string. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. P2 Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount 1 lay Beside...

...E un' antica cantai storia pietosa — Una vecchia canzon, ma confacente Quella ruina annosa. LOVE. 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...

...E un' antica cantai storia pietosa — Una vecchia canzon, ma confacente Quella ruina annosa. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred damn. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay,...

...: And more than all, the embrace and intertwine Of all with all in gay and twinkling dance ! LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...blended with the lights of eve ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight...