...wave, when it touches the lips, Will that vision arise which reminds me of thee ! SONNETS. SONNETS. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve. COLERIDGE. THE orb of day sunk proudly in the west, His wanton rays upon the clouds were cast ; Their...

...delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred Same. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that...eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Geuevieve ! Coleridge. She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and...

...pudet. Veteres tranquilla tumultus Menshorret relegeusque alium putat ista locutum. PETEARCH. LOVE. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my lay,...

...And tears take sunshine from thine eyes !" But the following exquisite ballad we must quote entire. " All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of ere ; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She leant against the armed man....

...pudet. Vetereg tranquilla tiiimtltU8 Mens horret relegengquc .ilium putat ista locutum. PETRARCH*. ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...happy hour. When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruin'd tower. nest The Monniihine, stealing o'er the scene, llnd Me mini with the lights or ere; And...

...in my waking dreams I dwell upon that happy hour When midway on the mount I sat, Beside the ruin'd tower. The moonshine stealing o'er the scene Had blended...was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve. She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight ; She stood and listened to my harp,...

...own, My hope, my joy, my Genevieve, She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that made her grieve. All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame. O ever in my waking dreams I dwell upon that happy hour, When midway on the mount I sat, Beside the...

...(Dryden was no contemptible metaphysician), that " Pity melts the soul to love." He maintains that— ' All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.' This is the prelude of his song, giving us the theme, tone, sentiment, before he paints the scene,...

...whene'er I sing The songs ill и make her grieve. All thoughts, ;ill passions, all delights, Whatever stir hood's dark and tossing waves, And Youth's smooth ocean, smiling to betray : Oh ! ever in my waking dreams, I dwell upon that happy hour, When midway on the mount I sate, Beside...

...three years, and the other of two, who were the dear solace of their retirement. If it be -true that ' All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever...but ministers of love, And feed his sacred flame,' the reunion of these young people must have been blissful. An expedition to the southward was soon...