Hausschatz englischer Poesie: Auswahl aus den Werken der bedeutendsten englischen Dichter von Chaucer bis auf die neueste Zeit, in chronologischer Ordnung begleitet von biographischen und literarischen Einleitungen. Ein Handbuch der englischen Poesie und igrer GeschichteH. Costenoble, 1852 - 399 pages |
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... sighs etc. Song : O whither will you lead the fair Davies , John geb. 1570 , gest . 1616 . From the Immortality of the Soul . Decker , Thomas 200 Geburtsjahr unbekannt , gest . um 1693 . Scenes from the Comedy of old Fortunatus 272 ...
... sighs etc. Song : O whither will you lead the fair Davies , John geb. 1570 , gest . 1616 . From the Immortality of the Soul . Decker , Thomas 200 Geburtsjahr unbekannt , gest . um 1693 . Scenes from the Comedy of old Fortunatus 272 ...
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... sigh , or sing , or mone , No , no , my lute , for I have done . The rocks do not so cruelly , Repulse the waves continually , As she my suite and affection : So that I am past remedy , Whereby my lute and I have done . Proude of the ...
... sigh , or sing , or mone , No , no , my lute , for I have done . The rocks do not so cruelly , Repulse the waves continually , As she my suite and affection : So that I am past remedy , Whereby my lute and I have done . Proude of the ...
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... sigh'd and saied it was Desire . Desire I did desire to staie , Awhile with him I craved talke : The courteous wight ... sighing heart , Possessed by desire No sweeter life I trie Than in her love to die . The lilly in the field ...
... sigh'd and saied it was Desire . Desire I did desire to staie , Awhile with him I craved talke : The courteous wight ... sighing heart , Possessed by desire No sweeter life I trie Than in her love to die . The lilly in the field ...
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... sighs , that have my hart undone ! Vermillion roses , that with new dayes rise , Display your crimson folds fresh looking faire , Whose radiant bright disgraces The rich adorned rayes of roseate rising morne ! Ah , if her virgin's hand ...
... sighs , that have my hart undone ! Vermillion roses , that with new dayes rise , Display your crimson folds fresh looking faire , Whose radiant bright disgraces The rich adorned rayes of roseate rising morne ! Ah , if her virgin's hand ...
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... sighs doe blow her fire . May never was the month of love , For May is full of flowres ; But rather April , wet by kind , For love is full of showres . Like tyrant cruell wounds she gives , Like surgeon , salve she lends ; But salve and ...
... sighs doe blow her fire . May never was the month of love , For May is full of flowres ; But rather April , wet by kind , For love is full of showres . Like tyrant cruell wounds she gives , Like surgeon , salve she lends ; But salve and ...
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Page 283 - Ode to a Nightingale MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 283 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee!
Page 283 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Page 285 - Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Page 87 - 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...
Page 251 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightning, Thou dost float and run; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Page 200 - Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone ; Never hear the sweet music of speech, — I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Page 126 - IT must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well ! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 320 - Ye Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas, — Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze, — Your glorious standard launch again, To match another foe ; And sweep through the deep While the stormy winds do blow...
Page 189 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.