The Class Book of Poetry1852 - 144 Seiten |
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... thousand birds had built their bowres , That sweetly sung to call forth paramours ; And in his hand a javelin he did beare , And on his head ( as fit for warlike stoures ? ) A gilt engraven morion3 he did weare ; That as some did him ...
... thousand birds had built their bowres , That sweetly sung to call forth paramours ; And in his hand a javelin he did beare , And on his head ( as fit for warlike stoures ? ) A gilt engraven morion3 he did weare ; That as some did him ...
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... thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , Had baked thy blood , and made it heavy , thick ( Which , else , runs tickling up and down the veins , Making that idiot , laughter , keep men's eyes , And strain their cheeks to ...
... thousand wrongs ; Or if that surly spirit , melancholy , Had baked thy blood , and made it heavy , thick ( Which , else , runs tickling up and down the veins , Making that idiot , laughter , keep men's eyes , And strain their cheeks to ...
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... thousand times , Ere they were cladd in clay . The news was brought to Eddenborrow , Where Scottland's king did raigne , That brave Erle Douglas suddenlye Was with an arrow slaine : THE BALLAD OF CHEVY CHACE . " O heavye news 28 THE ...
... thousand times , Ere they were cladd in clay . The news was brought to Eddenborrow , Where Scottland's king did raigne , That brave Erle Douglas suddenlye Was with an arrow slaine : THE BALLAD OF CHEVY CHACE . " O heavye news 28 THE ...
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... thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his scythe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . Straight ...
... thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his scythe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . Straight ...
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... thousand are forgot . How few beneath auspicious planets born ( Darlings of Providence , fond Fate's elect ! ) With swelling sails make good the promised port , With all their wishes freighted ! yet e'en these , Freighted with all their ...
... thousand are forgot . How few beneath auspicious planets born ( Darlings of Providence , fond Fate's elect ! ) With swelling sails make good the promised port , With all their wishes freighted ! yet e'en these , Freighted with all their ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
BATTLE OF BANNOCKBURN behold beneath birds bless bliss Born A.D. breast breath bright Charles Murray cheerful Chevy Chace clouds dark death deep delight died A.D. doth dread dream e'en earth ENGLISH PEASANT Erle Douglas Erle Percy ETON COLLEGE Eurydice fair father fear fire flood grave green grove hand happy hath head heard heart heaven hill honour king L'ALLEGRO labour LAODAMIA learn'd light live look lyre MELROSE ABBEY mind morn mortal mountains nature Nature's night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd peace pleasures pomp pride Protesilaus proud rage rise roar round Scottland shade shew shore sight skies slaine sleep smiling soft song soul sound spirit spring storm stormy tempests blow streams sweet Thamyris thee Thessaly thine thou thought Tiresias trembling twine vale virtue voice wanton wave wild wind wings woods
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 12 - In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text...
Seite 47 - And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their ha'llow'd haunt.
Seite 138 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...
Seite 96 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay — There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Seite 31 - Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note.
Seite 16 - Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness...
Seite 82 - THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 44 - And ever against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony: That Orpheus...
Seite 95 - The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove, These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms — But all these charms are fled.
Seite 143 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave ! — For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy tempests blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.