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... LIVE WITH HIM • 123 • SILENT THOUGHT • · 116 • NOT MARBLE , ART ABOVE NATURE 124 NOR THE GILDED THE NIGHT - PIECE : TO JULIA 124 • MONUMENTS • • 117 LIKE AS THE WAVES MAKE TOWARDS UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES · 124 • TO HIS BOOK 124 THE PEBBLED ...
... LIVE WITH HIM • 123 • SILENT THOUGHT • · 116 • NOT MARBLE , ART ABOVE NATURE 124 NOR THE GILDED THE NIGHT - PIECE : TO JULIA 124 • MONUMENTS • • 117 LIKE AS THE WAVES MAKE TOWARDS UPON JULIA'S CLOTHES · 124 • TO HIS BOOK 124 THE PEBBLED ...
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... live in Stratford as a country gentleman . Yet these despised pro- ductions have not only been read by students through the intervening centuries , but have actu- ally held the stage . Where his predecessors , contemporaries , and ...
... live in Stratford as a country gentleman . Yet these despised pro- ductions have not only been read by students through the intervening centuries , but have actu- ally held the stage . Where his predecessors , contemporaries , and ...
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... live . Wordsworth was from his youth peculiarly sensitive to natural influences ; he came to believe all nature to be directly infused with the presence of a living God ; and he realized that the truth that lay behind the universal ...
... live . Wordsworth was from his youth peculiarly sensitive to natural influences ; he came to believe all nature to be directly infused with the presence of a living God ; and he realized that the truth that lay behind the universal ...
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... live by his propre good , In honour dettelees , but he were wood , Or live as scarsly as him list desire ; And able for to helpen al a shire In any cas that mighte falle or happe ; And yit this maunciple sette hir aller cappe . The REVE ...
... live by his propre good , In honour dettelees , but he were wood , Or live as scarsly as him list desire ; And able for to helpen al a shire In any cas that mighte falle or happe ; And yit this maunciple sette hir aller cappe . The REVE ...
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... live amis . XX The lady , when she saw her champion fall , Like the old ruines of a broken towre , Staid not to waile his woefull funerall , But from him fled away with all her powre ; Who after her as hastily gan scowre , Bidding the ...
... live amis . XX The lady , when she saw her champion fall , Like the old ruines of a broken towre , Staid not to waile his woefull funerall , But from him fled away with all her powre ; Who after her as hastily gan scowre , Bidding the ...
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The Leading English Poets from Chaucer to Browning: Edited, with ... Lucius Hudson Holt Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2017 |
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Archimago arms beauty beneath blood breast breath bright brow Camelot cloud courser Dæmons dark dead dear death deep doth dread dream earth Elfin knight eyes face fair fear fire flowers Gareth Gawain gaze gentle glory grace grone Guinevere hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill holy hope hour King King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott Lancelot Lavaine leave light live look lord maid mighty mind mordre morning never night nymph o'er once Oxus pain pass Publ Queen rest rose round Rustum Samian wine seem'd sing Sir Lancelot sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spake spirit star stept stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro trew unto voice wave weene wild wind wings words wyde youth Zuleika
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Seite 118 - 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 333 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Seite 580 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue ; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies ; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing ; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Seite 567 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Seite 534 - It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream...
Seite 306 - My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.
Seite 774 - The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace, — all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech.
Seite 118 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 745 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zigzag paths, and juts of pointed rock, Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur...
Seite 134 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise. 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But, the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.