A Household Book of English Poetry, Ausgabe 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 Seiten |
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... Ben Jonson's verse , it is hard to suppose that his rich and pleasant Underwood has been vi Preface .
... Ben Jonson's verse , it is hard to suppose that his rich and pleasant Underwood has been vi Preface .
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... Ben Jonson . XXV A BRIDAL SONG . Roses , their sharp spines being gone , Not royal in their smells alone , But in their hue ; Maiden - pinks , of odour faint ; Daisies smell - less , yet most quaint , And sweet thyme true ; Primrose ...
... Ben Jonson . XXV A BRIDAL SONG . Roses , their sharp spines being gone , Not royal in their smells alone , But in their hue ; Maiden - pinks , of odour faint ; Daisies smell - less , yet most quaint , And sweet thyme true ; Primrose ...
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... Ben Jonson . 15 ΙΟ 6 % 5 5 Which in his height of pride , King Henry to 36 A Household Book XLI ...
... Ben Jonson . 15 ΙΟ 6 % 5 5 Which in his height of pride , King Henry to 36 A Household Book XLI ...
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... Ben Jonson . Hence , all you vain delights , As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet , If man were wise to see't , But only melancholy , Oh , sweetest melancholy ! Welcome , folded ...
... Ben Jonson . Hence , all you vain delights , As short as are the nights Wherein you spend your folly ! There's nought in this life sweet , If man were wise to see't , But only melancholy , Oh , sweetest melancholy ! Welcome , folded ...
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... Ben Jonson . 60 65 XLVII TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON . The Muses ' fairest light in no dark time , The wonder of a learnèd age ; the line Which none can pass ; the most proportioned wit To nature , the best judge of what was fit ; The ...
... Ben Jonson . 60 65 XLVII TO THE MEMORY OF BEN JONSON . The Muses ' fairest light in no dark time , The wonder of a learnèd age ; the line Which none can pass ; the most proportioned wit To nature , the best judge of what was fit ; The ...
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Seite 252 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Seite 288 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Seite 261 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Seite 291 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 347 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Seite 218 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Seite 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Seite 382 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Seite 149 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Seite 288 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...