Chaucer to BurnsWilliam James Linton C. Scribner's Sons, 1883 |
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... souls detained in Limbo , and then depicts the descent of Christ for the liberation of those souls , concluding with a description of the terrors of the Day of Judgment . Such was the first English poet , and such was his poem , which ...
... souls detained in Limbo , and then depicts the descent of Christ for the liberation of those souls , concluding with a description of the terrors of the Day of Judgment . Such was the first English poet , and such was his poem , which ...
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... Soul to the Body . Besides these remain fragments of a poem on Judith , and a poem on The Grave , and - flotsam and jetsam from the current of history — a fragment of an old chant about the battle of Finnesburgh , a consider- able ...
... Soul to the Body . Besides these remain fragments of a poem on Judith , and a poem on The Grave , and - flotsam and jetsam from the current of history — a fragment of an old chant about the battle of Finnesburgh , a consider- able ...
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... Soul of Man and the Immortality thereof . Giles Fletcher , a scholar of Trinity College , and a cousin of Fletcher , the dramatist , led the sacred choir of seventeenth century poets with Christ's Victory and Triumph in Heaven and Earth ...
... Soul of Man and the Immortality thereof . Giles Fletcher , a scholar of Trinity College , and a cousin of Fletcher , the dramatist , led the sacred choir of seventeenth century poets with Christ's Victory and Triumph in Heaven and Earth ...
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... souls into their songs as never poets before or since , and they enriched them with every poetic quality -with simplicity and freshness , sweetness and tender- ness , humor and pathos , the happy secrets of xl INTRODUCTION .
... souls into their songs as never poets before or since , and they enriched them with every poetic quality -with simplicity and freshness , sweetness and tender- ness , humor and pathos , the happy secrets of xl INTRODUCTION .
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... Soul . The Meeting .. Love is dead Epithalamium . Sonnets to Stella ..... FULKE GREVILLE , LORD BROOKE : Cynthia .... PAGE 16 16 18 20 20 ៩ ៩ ៩៩ 21 23 24 325 25 27 28 33 34 14 435 47 47 48 55 49 51 54 55 58 61 THOMAS WATSON : On ...
... Soul . The Meeting .. Love is dead Epithalamium . Sonnets to Stella ..... FULKE GREVILLE , LORD BROOKE : Cynthia .... PAGE 16 16 18 20 20 ៩ ៩ ៩៩ 21 23 24 325 25 27 28 33 34 14 435 47 47 48 55 49 51 54 55 58 61 THOMAS WATSON : On ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Ae fond kiss Æneid beauty bel ami BEN JONSON birds bless'd blushing bonnie breast breath bright Chaucer cheeks CLORINDA Corydon crown Cuckoo dear death delight divine dost doth earth eyes fair fate fear fire flame flowers FRANCIS BEAUMONT FRANCIS DAVISON GILES FLETCHER glory golden grace grief hair hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly JEAN ELLIOT joys King kiss Lady light lilies lips live look Love is dead Love's lovers Lycidas Maid melancholy merry mind Mistress Muse N'oserez-vous ne'er never night nonny nought numbers Nymphs o'er pity play pleasure poems poet praise Queen RICHARD BROME roses shade shepherds shine sigh sight sing sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul Spring stars sweet tears Tell thine thing thou art thought Tottel's Miscellany true love unto verse virtue WALTER DAVISON weep wind wings wither woods wooing o't wrote
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 109 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Seite 227 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Seite 106 - 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 263 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 264 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne And shut the gates of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
Seite 104 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.
Seite 290 - ... eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And, when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with...
Seite 206 - Hermes, or unsphere The spirit of Plato, to unfold What worlds or what vast regions hold The immortal mind that hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook...
Seite 111 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Seite 129 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.