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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... fair Bethsabe . Philips , John geb. 1676 , gest . 1708 . Seite Seite 133 The Shepheard's Description of Love The silent Lover 15 16 136 A Vision upon the Fairy Queen The Lye . 43 Ramsay , Allan 14 434 132 368 · The splendid Shilling ...
... fair Bethsabe . Philips , John geb. 1676 , gest . 1708 . Seite Seite 133 The Shepheard's Description of Love The silent Lover 15 16 136 A Vision upon the Fairy Queen The Lye . 43 Ramsay , Allan 14 434 132 368 · The splendid Shilling ...
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... friend Swift , Jonathan 280 geb. 1667 , gest . 1744 On the Death of Dr. Swift 282 An Elegy on the Death of Demar · • geb. 1785 . From Anster Fair Description of the Heroine Tennyson , Alfred Seite 343 geb. 1816 . Buonaparte Mariana XXVI.
... friend Swift , Jonathan 280 geb. 1667 , gest . 1744 On the Death of Dr. Swift 282 An Elegy on the Death of Demar · • geb. 1785 . From Anster Fair Description of the Heroine Tennyson , Alfred Seite 343 geb. 1816 . Buonaparte Mariana XXVI.
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... Fair nature's Eye , rise , rise again , and make Perpetual day : or let this hour be but A year , a month , a week , a natural day , That Faustus may repent and save his soul . O lente lente currite noctis equi . The stars move still ...
... Fair nature's Eye , rise , rise again , and make Perpetual day : or let this hour be but A year , a month , a week , a natural day , That Faustus may repent and save his soul . O lente lente currite noctis equi . The stars move still ...
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... Fair Bethsabe , nach seinem Tode 1599 gedruckt , und The Turkish Mahomet and Hyron the Fair Greek , das nie gedruckt wurde und verloren gegangen ist , so wie mehrere von 1589 bis 1593 verfasste Gelegenheitsgedichte . David and Bethsabe ...
... Fair Bethsabe , nach seinem Tode 1599 gedruckt , und The Turkish Mahomet and Hyron the Fair Greek , das nie gedruckt wurde und verloren gegangen ist , so wie mehrere von 1589 bis 1593 verfasste Gelegenheitsgedichte . David and Bethsabe ...
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... fair Bethsabe , with the Tragedy of Abs a- lom : by George Peele . ( Bethsabe with her maid bathing she sings and Da- vid sits alone viewing her . ) The song . Hot sun , cool fire , temper'd with sweet air , Black shade , fair nurse ...
... fair Bethsabe , with the Tragedy of Abs a- lom : by George Peele . ( Bethsabe with her maid bathing she sings and Da- vid sits alone viewing her . ) The song . Hot sun , cool fire , temper'd with sweet air , Black shade , fair nurse ...
Autres éditions - Tout afficher
Hausschatz englischer Poesie: Auswahl aus den Werken der bedeutendsten ... Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff Affichage du livre entier - 1852 |
Hausschatz englischer Poesie: Hg. von H. A. Manitius Oscar Ludw. Bernh Wolff Affichage du livre entier - 1852 |
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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.