Horæ Salisburienses [afterw.] Sarisburienses1829 |
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... sorrow , for sorrowful indeed was the occasion . With a heavy heart , and , I expect , with desponding look , I slowly left my father's cordial grasp , to receive my mother's parting kiss . I turned to my brothers : grief was depicted ...
... sorrow , for sorrowful indeed was the occasion . With a heavy heart , and , I expect , with desponding look , I slowly left my father's cordial grasp , to receive my mother's parting kiss . I turned to my brothers : grief was depicted ...
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... sorrow , nor to taste of woe . But every dream of transport now was past , The fourteenth told these joys could never last : Peace to his spirit ! while of him bereft , His sad forsaken son to mourn is left . Who now shall lead me ...
... sorrow , nor to taste of woe . But every dream of transport now was past , The fourteenth told these joys could never last : Peace to his spirit ! while of him bereft , His sad forsaken son to mourn is left . Who now shall lead me ...
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... sorrow banish , and dispel thy pain ; Nay , may this hour thy heart from care relieve , And to thy brow recall its smiles again . Have I offended , vex'd , or caus'd thee woe , I know nor how , nor when , but feel full well " Twas not ...
... sorrow banish , and dispel thy pain ; Nay , may this hour thy heart from care relieve , And to thy brow recall its smiles again . Have I offended , vex'd , or caus'd thee woe , I know nor how , nor when , but feel full well " Twas not ...
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... sorrows →→→ of all your displeasure . What not " believe that we have resolutions - that it is all a pretence ! " - Nay , now , Julia , this is too bad . But I will convince you - thus they speak for themselves : Nov. 9th , 1827 ...
... sorrows →→→ of all your displeasure . What not " believe that we have resolutions - that it is all a pretence ! " - Nay , now , Julia , this is too bad . But I will convince you - thus they speak for themselves : Nov. 9th , 1827 ...
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Thy little bosom never felt A grief , an anxious fear ; Keen sorrow never caus'd thee pain , Nor memory a tear . Before the thoughts of worldly care Could cloud thy brows with gloom , Death's friendly hand , in pity , came To seal thy ...
Thy little bosom never felt A grief , an anxious fear ; Keen sorrow never caus'd thee pain , Nor memory a tear . Before the thoughts of worldly care Could cloud thy brows with gloom , Death's friendly hand , in pity , came To seal thy ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adelaide adieu admiration Almack's Amyntor arms AUDI ALTERAM PARTEM beauty bewitching blest bliss bosom breast bright brow Carthage Charles Dashwood charm Committee cricket Darlington dear death delight e'en e'er Editors elected ev'ry exclaimed fair fair lady fair sex fame farewell fate fear feel forget fortune friendship gentleman Giaour glorious grief hand happiness hear heard heart heav'n honor hope Hora Sarisburienses Horæ hour Kenyon ladies Latham leave look Lord Lord Ruthven lov'd meeting mind misery mortal Mytton ne'er never o'er Palmer paper pass perusal pleasure pow'r praise pray'r quadrille Reginald regret rose sacred scenes schoolfellows seem'd Seymour sigh smile song soon sorrow soul spot stanzas sweet tear tell thanks thee thine thou art thought tion Twas Utopia vex'd vote Wentworth whilst wish word young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 60 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Seite 61 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Seite 4 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 199 - Had I but served God as diligently as I have served the king, He would not have given me over in my grey hairs.
Seite 292 - He faded, and so calm and meek So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender, kind...
Seite 124 - And is it in the flight of threescore years To push eternity from human thought, And smother souls immortal in the dust? A soul immortal, spending all her fires, Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten or indulge, Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, To waft a feather, or to drown a fly.
Seite 60 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Seite 195 - Much beautiful, and excellent, and fair Was seen beneath the sun ; but nought was seen More beautiful, or excellent, or fair, Than face of faithful friend, fairest when seen In darkest day ; and many sounds were sweet, Most ravishing, and pleasant to the ear ; But sweeter none than voice of faithful friend, Sweet always, sweetest, heard in loudest storm.
Seite 332 - WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...
Seite 124 - What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize: A better would you fix?