Gathered riches from the older poets, A.D. 1340-1699 [ed. by W.K.].Houlston and Wright, 1865 - 123 Seiten |
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... wise , And weigh the wind that under Heaven doth blow ; Or weigh the light that in the East doth rise ; Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow : But if the weight of these thou canst not shew , Weigh but one word which from ...
... wise , And weigh the wind that under Heaven doth blow ; Or weigh the light that in the East doth rise ; Or weigh the thought that from man's mind doth flow : But if the weight of these thou canst not shew , Weigh but one word which from ...
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... wise men be . And to conclude , whether we would erect Ourselves , or others , by this choice of arts , Our chief endeavour must be to effect A sound foundation , not on sandy parts Of light opinion , selfness , words of men , But that ...
... wise men be . And to conclude , whether we would erect Ourselves , or others , by this choice of arts , Our chief endeavour must be to effect A sound foundation , not on sandy parts Of light opinion , selfness , words of men , But that ...
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... wise and fair , of gracious , virtuous , kind , And of the bounty of a noble mind . my brains And yet I would not ; for then would Be with a world of toys intoxicate ; And I should fall upon a thousand veins Of this and that , and well ...
... wise and fair , of gracious , virtuous , kind , And of the bounty of a noble mind . my brains And yet I would not ; for then would Be with a world of toys intoxicate ; And I should fall upon a thousand veins Of this and that , and well ...
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... wise , but that I often see The fox suspected while the ass goes free ; I would be fair , but see the fair and proud , Like the bright sun oft setting in a cloud ; I would be poor , but know the humble grass Still trampled on by each ...
... wise , but that I often see The fox suspected while the ass goes free ; I would be fair , but see the fair and proud , Like the bright sun oft setting in a cloud ; I would be poor , but know the humble grass Still trampled on by each ...
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... wise , nor fair - poor I'll be rather . Could I be more than any man that lives , Great , fair , rich , wise , all in superlatives : Yet I more freely would these gifts resign , Than ever fortune would have made them mine ; And hold one ...
... wise , nor fair - poor I'll be rather . Could I be more than any man that lives , Great , fair , rich , wise , all in superlatives : Yet I more freely would these gifts resign , Than ever fortune would have made them mine ; And hold one ...
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Gathered Riches From the Older Poets: A. D. 1340-1699 (Classic Reprint) Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angels ANON art thou beams beauty behold BEN JONSON birds blessed blest bliss blossom born breath bright CHAUCER Christ cloud comfort creatures dark death delight divine doth dust dwell earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear flesh flowers GEORGE SANDYS give glorious glory God's grace grave hand hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope humble Hymn JAMES SHIRLEY JOHN DONNE King leave light live look Lord Love's man's mercy mighty mind mortal Nature's never NICHOLAS BRETON night nightingale o'er pleasure poor praise Psalm pure rest rich RICHARD ROLLE rise savest Saviour scorn sense shepherds shew shine sight sing SIR HENRY WOTTON SIR JOHN DAVIES sleep song soul spring stars strong Tell Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought Three Wise Men Thy Majesty thyself tree true voice wake wight wilt wind wings wise withers
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 189 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Seite 152 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Seite 137 - You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising Sun Has not attain'd his noon. Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having pray'd together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay, as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay As you, or any thing.
Seite 140 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Seite 97 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 77 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Seite 92 - Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Seite 66 - Say to the court, it glows, And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good. If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates they live Acting by others' action; Not loved unless they give, Not strong but by a faction.
Seite 136 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Seite 137 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along.