Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres viri floribus legendis ...Bell, 1801 - 328 Seiten |
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... rest in this bosom , my own stricken deer ; Though the herd have fled from thee , thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast , And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last . Oh , what was love made ...
... rest in this bosom , my own stricken deer ; Though the herd have fled from thee , thy home is still here ; Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast , And the heart and the hand all thy own to the last . Oh , what was love made ...
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... rest , and ripen toward the grave In silence , ripen , fall , and cease . Give us long rest , or death , dark death , or dreamful ease . TENNYSON . Amor's Pfeil . Amor's Pfeil hat Widerspitzen ; Wen er trifft der lass ' inn siten , Und ...
... rest , and ripen toward the grave In silence , ripen , fall , and cease . Give us long rest , or death , dark death , or dreamful ease . TENNYSON . Amor's Pfeil . Amor's Pfeil hat Widerspitzen ; Wen er trifft der lass ' inn siten , Und ...
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... rest . So , as I wander , fancy's dream Shall bring me o'er the sunset seas Thy look in every melting beam , Thy whisper in each dying breeze . Sakontala . MOORE . Willst du die Blüthe des frühen , die Früchte des späteren Jahres ...
... rest . So , as I wander , fancy's dream Shall bring me o'er the sunset seas Thy look in every melting beam , Thy whisper in each dying breeze . Sakontala . MOORE . Willst du die Blüthe des frühen , die Früchte des späteren Jahres ...
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... rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget , Can I forget the hallowed grove , Where by the winding Ayr we met , To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will ...
... rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? That sacred hour can I forget , Can I forget the hallowed grove , Where by the winding Ayr we met , To live one day of parting love ? Eternity will ...
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... rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? BURNS . Falstaff's Recovery . Fals . Embowelled ! If thou embowel me to - day , I'll give you leave to powder me , and eat me too , to - morrow ...
... rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? BURNS . Falstaff's Recovery . Fals . Embowelled ! If thou embowel me to - day , I'll give you leave to powder me , and eat me too , to - morrow ...
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Seite 34 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Seite 196 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Seite 252 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold — Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand — Is it there, sweet mother, that better land ? " " Not there, not there, my child...
Seite 156 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. Few, few shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet ; And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Seite 24 - 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 114 - Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, Setting endeavour in continual motion ; To which is fixed, as an aim or butt, Obedience : for so work the honey-bees, Creatures that by a rule in nature teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom.
Seite 238 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Seite 136 - When the oldest cask is opened, And the largest lamp is lit; When the chestnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit; When young and old in circle Around the firebrands close; When the girls are weaving baskets, And the lads are shaping bows...
Seite 238 - THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary ; It rains, and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary.
Seite 268 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye Mists and Exhalations that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or grey, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...