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 ページ |
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... delights As please till they be past ; But then the poyson kills the heart That did intice the taste . Her sleep in sinne doth end in wrath , Remorse rings her awake ; Death calls her up , Shame drives her out , Despaires her upshot ...
... delights As please till they be past ; But then the poyson kills the heart That did intice the taste . Her sleep in sinne doth end in wrath , Remorse rings her awake ; Death calls her up , Shame drives her out , Despaires her upshot ...
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... delight they have prepar'd A rest for his desires , and sees all things Beneath him , and hath learn'd this booke of man , Full of the notes of frailty and compar'd The best of glory with her sufferings , By whom I see you labour all ...
... delight they have prepar'd A rest for his desires , and sees all things Beneath him , and hath learn'd this booke of man , Full of the notes of frailty and compar'd The best of glory with her sufferings , By whom I see you labour all ...
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... delights Of joyfull amorous wights . Nor were his hard lawes knowne to free - borne hearts . But golden lawes like ... delight : Denying water to the amorous thirst ; Thou taught'st faire eyes to lose The glory of their light , ' But ...
... delights Of joyfull amorous wights . Nor were his hard lawes knowne to free - borne hearts . But golden lawes like ... delight : Denying water to the amorous thirst ; Thou taught'st faire eyes to lose The glory of their light , ' But ...
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... delight . I may not ever more acknowledge thee , Least my bewailed guilt should doe thee shame ; Nor thou with publike kindnesse honour me , Unlesse thou take that honour from thy name : But do not so ;. I love thee in such sort , As ...
... delight . I may not ever more acknowledge thee , Least my bewailed guilt should doe thee shame ; Nor thou with publike kindnesse honour me , Unlesse thou take that honour from thy name : But do not so ;. I love thee in such sort , As ...
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... Delighted me : but ever when he turn'd His tender eyes upon them , he would weep , As if he meant to make them grow again . Seeing such pretty helpless innocence Dwell in his face , I ask'd him all his story ; He told me that his ...
... Delighted me : but ever when he turn'd His tender eyes upon them , he would weep , As if he meant to make them grow again . Seeing such pretty helpless innocence Dwell in his face , I ask'd him all his story ; He told me that his ...
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283 ページ - 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...
283 ページ - 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!
283 ページ - 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?
285 ページ - 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...
87 ページ - 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...
251 ページ - 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.
200 ページ - 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.
126 ページ - 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.
320 ページ - 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...
189 ページ - 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.