A poetry-book of elder poets, selected and arranged by A. B. EdwardsAmelia Ann Blanford Edwards 1879 |
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... lies , When faith is kneeling by his bed of death , And innocence is closing up his eyes , -Now if thou would'st , when all have given him over , From death to life thou might'st him yet recover ! Michael Drayton . 26 TO THE MOON . TO ...
... lies , When faith is kneeling by his bed of death , And innocence is closing up his eyes , -Now if thou would'st , when all have given him over , From death to life thou might'st him yet recover ! Michael Drayton . 26 TO THE MOON . TO ...
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... lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all - judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed , Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed . ” O fountain Arethuse , and thou honour'd flood Smooth ...
... lies : But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all - judging Jove ; As he pronounces lastly on each deed , Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed . ” O fountain Arethuse , and thou honour'd flood Smooth ...
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... lies . For , so to interpose a little ease , Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise ; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away , -where'er thy bones are hurl'd , Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides Where ...
... lies . For , so to interpose a little ease , Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise ; Ay me ! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas Wash far away , -where'er thy bones are hurl'd , Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides Where ...
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... lies : Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange ; Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them ...
... lies : Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange ; Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them ...
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... paid to night : The wind blowes out ; the bubble dies ; The spring intomb'd in autumn lies ; The dew's dry'd up ; the star is shot ; The flight is past ; and man forgot ! Francis Beaumont , 54 MAN'S MORTALITY . MAN'S MORTALITY . LIKE as ...
... paid to night : The wind blowes out ; the bubble dies ; The spring intomb'd in autumn lies ; The dew's dry'd up ; the star is shot ; The flight is past ; and man forgot ! Francis Beaumont , 54 MAN'S MORTALITY . MAN'S MORTALITY . LIKE as ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALEXANDER SELKIRK AULD ROBIN GRAY BATTLE OF AGINCOURT Beaumont beauty birds breath bright CHRIST'S NATIVITY dear death doth earth Elder Poets ELEGY ELIZABETH OF BOHEMIA Eurydice eyes fair fear Fletcher flower golden good-morrow grave green grief grove hand hast hath hear heart heaven Helen honour INVERMAY King Kirconnell kiss ladies land light Line live Lord LOVE'S LOVER Lycidas lyre Milton MORNING OF CHRIST'S Mother mourn Muse Nanny ne'er never night nightingale Noroway notes numbers nymph o'er Osiris pain PATRICK SPENCE Phillida flouts Philomela pleasure poem praise Procne rose sad cypress Sally satyrs shade Shakespeare shepherds shine sigh sing SIR PATRICK SPENCE sleep smiling SONG sorrow soul sound spring stars stream swain sweet tears tell Tereus Thammuz thee things tree unto Verse voice wanton warble weep wilt thou winds wings Yarrow youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 39 - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Seite 85 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine ; Or what (though rare) of later age Ennobled hath the buskin'd stage. But O, sad virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower ? Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what love did seek.
Seite 19 - To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I eyed, Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold Have from the forests shook three summers...
Seite 117 - When Love with unconfine'd wings Hovers within my Gates ; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates : When I lie tangled in her hair, And fetter'd to her eye ; The Birds, that wanton in the Air, Know no such Liberty.
Seite 73 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Seite 139 - Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! unto the green holly : Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly Then, heigh, ho, the holly ! This life is most jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot : Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not Heigh, ho ! sing, heigh, ho ! &c.
Seite 272 - tis said) Before was never made But when of old the Sons of Morning sung, While the Creator great His constellations set, And the well-balanced world on hinges hung ; And cast the dark foundations deep, And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel keep.
Seite 37 - His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore? Alas ! what boots it with incessant care To tend the homely slighted shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?
Seite 274 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament ; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent ; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Seite 201 - Ye winds that have made me your sport, Convey to this desolate shore Some cordial endearing report Of a land I shall visit no more. My friends, do they now and then send A wish or a thought after me ? O tell me I yet have a friend, Though a friend I am never to see.