The poems of sir Walter Raleigh collected and authenticated with those of sir Henry Wotton and other courtly poets from 1540 to 1650, ed. with an intr. and notes by J. Hannah, Ausgabe 830 |
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... hope which made him write on , even " in the dust , " after his disgrace ; and the reality mingles with the figure when he speaks , in almost the very language of the preface to his History , of the cheerless work of beginning , by the ...
... hope which made him write on , even " in the dust , " after his disgrace ; and the reality mingles with the figure when he speaks , in almost the very language of the preface to his History , of the cheerless work of beginning , by the ...
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... hope it will be thought that the careful sifting to which his poems have been now subjected has caused them to bear a far more distinct witness to the features of his marked yet varied character . At all events it ought to have the ...
... hope it will be thought that the careful sifting to which his poems have been now subjected has caused them to bear a far more distinct witness to the features of his marked yet varied character . At all events it ought to have the ...
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... hope which made him write on , even " in the dust , " after his disgrace ; and the reality mingles with the figure when he speaks , in almost the very language of the preface to his History , of the cheerless work of beginning , by the ...
... hope which made him write on , even " in the dust , " after his disgrace ; and the reality mingles with the figure when he speaks , in almost the very language of the preface to his History , of the cheerless work of beginning , by the ...
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... hope , as a fairly representative collection of the minor poetry of those " courtly makers , " who kept up the suc- cession to Surrey and Wyatt through the eventful century , which intervened between the death of Henry VIII . and the ...
... hope , as a fairly representative collection of the minor poetry of those " courtly makers , " who kept up the suc- cession to Surrey and Wyatt through the eventful century , which intervened between the death of Henry VIII . and the ...
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... hope to live for aye ; Then to thy Saviour Christ incline ; In Him make steadfast stay ; Raw is the reason that doth lie Within an atheist's head , Which saith the soul of man doth die , When that the body's dead . " Now may you see the ...
... hope to live for aye ; Then to thy Saviour Christ incline ; In Him make steadfast stay ; Raw is the reason that doth lie Within an atheist's head , Which saith the soul of man doth die , When that the body's dead . " Now may you see the ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
affection anonymous authority beauty BOOK born Brydges called cares claimed copy Davison's dead dear death delight desire despair died doth earth edit eyes face fair faith fall fame fancy fear field fire fortune give grace grief hand happy hast hath heart heaven Hence hope Ignoto Italy kind king late leave light live look Lord love's mind move never night nought once Oxford editors pain passion past piece pleasure poems Poet Poetical poor praise prince printed Queen Raleigh Rawl remaining rest scorn seas seek signed Sir Walter sorrow soul spring sweet tears Tell thee things thou thoughts tree true turned unto verses VIII virtue wasted Wotton wounds write written youth
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Seite 52 - EVEN such is time, that takes in trust Our youth, our joys, our all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days ; But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.
Seite 131 - 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...
Seite 10 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten: In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Seite 91 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Seite 86 - ... eclipse and glory of her kind? CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are, Whose soul is still prepared for death, Not tied unto the world with care Of public fame, or private breath...
Seite 22 - Say to the court it glows And shines like rotten wood; Say to the church, it shows What's good, and doth no good: If church and court reply, Then give them both the lie. Tell potentates, they live Acting by others' action, Not lov'd unless they give, Not strong but by affection: If potentates reply, Give potentates the lie.
Seite 25 - GiVE me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon, My scrip of joy, immortal diet ! My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage ! And thus I'll take my Pilgrimage!
Seite 23 - Then give them all the lie. Tell zeal it lacks devotion, Tell love it is but lust, Tell time it is but motion. Tell flesh it is but dust; And wish them not reply, For thou must give the lie.
Seite 6 - Methought I saw the grave where Laura lay, Within that temple where the vestal flame Was wont to burn ; and passing by that way, To see that buried dust of living fame, Whose tomb fair Love and fairer Virtue kept, All suddenly I saw the Faery Queen, At whose approach the soul of Petrarch wept...
Seite 120 - The rocks do not so cruelly Repulse the waves continually, As she my suit and affection: So that I am past remedy; Whereby my lute and I have done.