A Book of Remembrance, Being Lyrical Selections for Everyday in the YearMethuen & Company, 1908 - 415 Seiten |
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... Come to Thee Robert Herrick 12. Vague Desires , from " Shorter Poems " ( Smith , Elder & Co. ) Robert Bridges 13. To ... Comes and Goes Richard Lovelace · Alfred Tennyson - Dante Gabriel Rossetti · William Blake A. E. Housman Matthew ...
... Come to Thee Robert Herrick 12. Vague Desires , from " Shorter Poems " ( Smith , Elder & Co. ) Robert Bridges 13. To ... Comes and Goes Richard Lovelace · Alfred Tennyson - Dante Gabriel Rossetti · William Blake A. E. Housman Matthew ...
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... comes and goes , hope ebbs and flows Joy of my life while left me here - Keen fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and ... come away Lord , Thou hast given me a cell Lord , with what courage and delight Love bade me enter - Love hangs like ...
... comes and goes , hope ebbs and flows Joy of my life while left me here - Keen fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and ... come away Lord , Thou hast given me a cell Lord , with what courage and delight Love bade me enter - Love hangs like ...
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... come - - · - · When shall I see that land where I would tread When smoke stood up from Ludlow 9 Aug. 7 April 15 Jan ... comes and goes the year ! Ye have been fresh and green Yes , the year is growing old Yet oft affliction purifies the ...
... come - - · - · When shall I see that land where I would tread When smoke stood up from Ludlow 9 Aug. 7 April 15 Jan ... comes and goes the year ! Ye have been fresh and green Yes , the year is growing old Yet oft affliction purifies the ...
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... comes o'er the vale ; And through the trees I view th ' embattled tower Whence all the music . I again perceive The soothing influence of the wafted strains , And settle in soft musings as I tread The walk , still verdant , under oaks ...
... comes o'er the vale ; And through the trees I view th ' embattled tower Whence all the music . I again perceive The soothing influence of the wafted strains , And settle in soft musings as I tread The walk , still verdant , under oaks ...
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... comes in , And many flowers beside , Both of a fresh and fragrant kin , To honour Whitsuntide . Green rushes then , and sweetest bents , With cooler oaken boughs , Come in for comely ornaments , To re - adorn the house . Thus times do ...
... comes in , And many flowers beside , Both of a fresh and fragrant kin , To honour Whitsuntide . Green rushes then , and sweetest bents , With cooler oaken boughs , Come in for comely ornaments , To re - adorn the house . Thus times do ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
A. E. Housman Alfred Tennyson Anon April autumn beauty beneath birds blow breath bright CHRISTINA ROSSETTI clouds cold dark dead dear death delight dost doth dream earth Edward Cracroft Lefroy eternal eyes fair fear feet flowers glory golden green grey happy hast hath hear heart heaven hill John JOHN KEBLE July June Katharine Tynan-Hinkson light live LONGFELLOW look Lord Love's March merry morning never night o'er pain peace Percy Bysshe Shelley Philip Bourke Marston Poems RICHARD Robert Bridges ROBERT HERRICK rose ROSSETTI sail Sept SHAKESPEARE SHELLEY silence sing skies sleep smile snow song sorrow soul SPENSER spirit spring stars sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Lovell Beddoes thought trees unto voice W. B. Yeats walk waves weary wild William William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods WORDSWORTH
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 291 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low, no pride. He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Seite 98 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story; The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Seite 213 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Seite 86 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood; That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Seite 15 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above ; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love, Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 374 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log, at last, dry, bald, and sere: 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 121 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Seite 316 - O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
Seite 9 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Seite 314 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies : How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries?