Hausschatz englischer Poesie: Auswahl aus den Werken der bedeutendsten englischen Dichter von Chaucer bis auf die neueste Zeit, in chronologischer Ordnung begleitet von biographischen und literarischen Einleitungen. Ein Handbuch der englischen Poesie und igrer GeschichteH. Costenoble, 1852 - 399 Seiten |
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... Campbell , Thomas geb. 1777 , gest . 1844 . To the Evening - star . To the Rain - bow . 319 Collins , William 320 geb. 1721 , gest . 1756 . Ode to Mercy Ode to Evening • Seite Dirge in Cymbeline To Simplicity 179 To the Ladie XX.
... Campbell , Thomas geb. 1777 , gest . 1844 . To the Evening - star . To the Rain - bow . 319 Collins , William 320 geb. 1721 , gest . 1756 . Ode to Mercy Ode to Evening • Seite Dirge in Cymbeline To Simplicity 179 To the Ladie XX.
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... stars move still , time runs , the clock will strike , Christ , Rend not my heart for naming of my Christ . Yet will I call on him : O spare me , Lucifer . Where is it now ? ' tis gone ; And see , a threatning arm , and angry brow ...
... stars move still , time runs , the clock will strike , Christ , Rend not my heart for naming of my Christ . Yet will I call on him : O spare me , Lucifer . Where is it now ? ' tis gone ; And see , a threatning arm , and angry brow ...
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... star - like eyes have power ( might they still shine ) gosta . And . How ! in a minute , father ? I see travel- lers must lie . To make night day , and day more chrystaline . Fort . I have cut through the air like a Near these you shall ...
... star - like eyes have power ( might they still shine ) gosta . And . How ! in a minute , father ? I see travel- lers must lie . To make night day , and day more chrystaline . Fort . I have cut through the air like a Near these you shall ...
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... star to Agripyne . He loves her . Orl . If he do , why so do I. Gall . Love is ambitious and loves Majesty . Orl . Dear friend , thou art deceiv'd : Love's voice doth sing As sweetly in a beggar as a king . And weep because ( whether ...
... star to Agripyne . He loves her . Orl . If he do , why so do I. Gall . Love is ambitious and loves Majesty . Orl . Dear friend , thou art deceiv'd : Love's voice doth sing As sweetly in a beggar as a king . And weep because ( whether ...
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... stars with several kinds of lights ; When she did counterfeit a Prince's court In musick , banquets , and most riotous surfeits ; Vit . Surely , my Lords , this lawyer hath swal - This whore forsooth was holy . lowed Some apothecaries ...
... stars with several kinds of lights ; When she did counterfeit a Prince's court In musick , banquets , and most riotous surfeits ; Vit . Surely , my Lords , this lawyer hath swal - This whore forsooth was holy . lowed Some apothecaries ...
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Allan Cunningham beauty beneath bosom breast breath bright brow charms cheek clouds Corb dead dear death delight Dichter doth dream durch earth Edinburg englischen erhielt erschienen eyes fair Faustus fear flowers frae Francis Beaumont geboren Gedichte Gefühl gentle gest glory grace grave green grief Grongar Hill hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven hour Jahre Kilmeny Leben lebte Leistungen light live London look Lord maid morn Muse ne'er never night nymph o'er pain pale pleasure Poesie Poesieen poetischen Prosaist rose round seine seinen shade sigh sind sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul später spirit spring star starb stream studirte sunne sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thought trat Twas unto viele ward wave weep Werke wieder wild wind wings wurde wyllowe youth Zeit zuerst
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Seite 283 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 283 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Seite 283 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Seite 285 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Seite 87 - Go, lovely Rose ! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee...
Seite 251 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightning, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Seite 200 - Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone ; Never hear the sweet music of speech, — I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Seite 126 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Seite 320 - Ye Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas, — Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze, — Your glorious standard launch again, To match another foe ; And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow...
Seite 189 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.