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Eternal Unity behind her shines , That fire and water , earth and air combines . Her voice is like a trumpet loud and shrill , Which bids all sounds in earth and heaven be still . EPODE.1 [ From The Forest . ] ...
Eternal Unity behind her shines , That fire and water , earth and air combines . Her voice is like a trumpet loud and shrill , Which bids all sounds in earth and heaven be still . EPODE.1 [ From The Forest . ] ...
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And for myself , quoth he , This my full rest shall be , England ne'er mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . Victor I will remain , Or on this earth lie slain , Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me . Poictiers and Cressy tell ...
And for myself , quoth he , This my full rest shall be , England ne'er mourn for me , Nor more esteem me . Victor I will remain , Or on this earth lie slain , Never shall she sustain Loss to redeem me . Poictiers and Cressy tell ...
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What soul can be so sick , which by thy songs ( Attired in sweetness ) sweetly is not driven Quite to forget Earth's turmoils , spites , and wrongs , And lift a reverend eye and thought to Heaven ? Sweet , artless songster , thou my ...
What soul can be so sick , which by thy songs ( Attired in sweetness ) sweetly is not driven Quite to forget Earth's turmoils , spites , and wrongs , And lift a reverend eye and thought to Heaven ? Sweet , artless songster , thou my ...
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VICTORIOUS men of earth , no more Proclaim how wide your empires are ; Though you bind in every shore , And your triumphs reach as far As night or day ; Yet you proud monarchs must obey , And mingle with forgotten ashes , when Death ...
VICTORIOUS men of earth , no more Proclaim how wide your empires are ; Though you bind in every shore , And your triumphs reach as far As night or day ; Yet you proud monarchs must obey , And mingle with forgotten ashes , when Death ...
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Upon my buried body lie Lightly , gentle earth ! LINES ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER . [ By Beaumont . ] MORTALITY , behold and fear ! What a change of flesh is here ! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones ...
Upon my buried body lie Lightly , gentle earth ! LINES ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER . [ By Beaumont . ] MORTALITY , behold and fear ! What a change of flesh is here ! Think how many royal bones Sleep within this heap of stones ...
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Red Letter Poems by English Men and Women (Classic Reprint) Thomas Young Crowell Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appeared arms beauty beneath born breast breath bright child clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight died doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel fire flowers friends give gone green half hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour Italy King Lady land leaves light live look Lord mind morn nature never night o'er once pain pass play pleasure poems published rest rise rose round shade shine side sigh sing sleep smile soft song soon soul sound spirit spring stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought tree true turn voice waters wave wild wind wings woods young youth
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Seite 475 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown ; Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Seite 420 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before. To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Seite 454 - I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain, when with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, — And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again.
Seite 65 - 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! — How...
Seite 477 - LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER Much have I travelled in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ; Round many western islands have I been, Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told, That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared...
Seite 280 - Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, — To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Seite 438 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Seite 319 - But with its sound it shook the sails, That were so thin and sere. The upper air burst into life ! And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. And the coming wind did roar more loud, And the sails did sigh like sedge ; And the rain poured down from one black cloud ; The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side : Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning...
Seite 45 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest ; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Seite 59 - Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together ; Youth is full of pleasance, Age is full of care: Youth like summer morn, Age like winter weather ; Youth like summer brave, Age like winter bare. Youth is full of sport, Age's breath is short, Youth is nimble, age is lame : Youth is hot and bold, Age is weak and cold ; Youth is wild, and age is tame. Age, I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee ; O, my love, my love is young ! Age, I do defy thee ; O sweet shepherd, hie thee, For methinks thou stay'st...