Harper's Cyclopaedia of British and American PoetryEpes Sargent Harper, 1882 - 958 Seiten |
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... meet A goodly knight , fair marching by the way , 1 Perceive . 2 The Red Cross Knight ( Holiness ) had been seduced from her side by the witch Duessa ( Falsehood ) . Together with his squire , arrayéd meet : His glittering armor shinéd ...
... meet A goodly knight , fair marching by the way , 1 Perceive . 2 The Red Cross Knight ( Holiness ) had been seduced from her side by the witch Duessa ( Falsehood ) . Together with his squire , arrayéd meet : His glittering armor shinéd ...
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... meet at any time again , Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain . Now , at the last gasp of Love's latest breath , When , his pulse failing , Passion speechless lies ; When Faith is kneeling by his ...
... meet at any time again , Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain . Now , at the last gasp of Love's latest breath , When , his pulse failing , Passion speechless lies ; When Faith is kneeling by his ...
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... meet such excellent company In the other world . Bos . Yet , methinks , The manner of your death should much afflict you : This cord should terrify you . Duch . Not a whit . What would it pleasure me to have my throat ent With diamonds ...
... meet such excellent company In the other world . Bos . Yet , methinks , The manner of your death should much afflict you : This cord should terrify you . Duch . Not a whit . What would it pleasure me to have my throat ent With diamonds ...
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... meet , Sometime with rougher tracts that stay his feet ; Here goes , there runs , and yon amazéd stays , Then cries , and straight forgets his care , and plays : Then , hearing where his loving father calls , Makes haste , but , thro ...
... meet , Sometime with rougher tracts that stay his feet ; Here goes , there runs , and yon amazéd stays , Then cries , and straight forgets his care , and plays : Then , hearing where his loving father calls , Makes haste , but , thro ...
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... meet decay As you or anything : We die As your hours do , and dry Away , Like to the summer's rain , Or as the pearls of morning dew , Ne'er to be found again . NOT A PROPHET EVERY DAY . ' Tis not every day that I Fitted am to prophesy ...
... meet decay As you or anything : We die As your hours do , and dry Away , Like to the summer's rain , Or as the pearls of morning dew , Ne'er to be found again . NOT A PROPHET EVERY DAY . ' Tis not every day that I Fitted am to prophesy ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 183 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Seite 32 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Seite 188 - How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Seite 664 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door: — Darkness there and nothing more.
Seite 495 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those- trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Seite 608 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Seite 61 - VIRTUE. SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like season'd timber, never gives ; But though the whole world turn to coal,...
Seite 93 - YET once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year. Bitter constraint, and sad occasion dear, Compels me to disturb your season due : For Lycidas* is dead...
Seite 630 - Tis of the wave and not the rock ; 'Tis but the flapping of the sail, And not a rent made by the gale ! In spite of rock and tempest's roar, In spite of false lights on the shore. Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea ! Our hearts, our hopes, are all with th.ee.
Seite 289 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Doth every Beast keep holiday;-- Thou Child of Joy, Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy Shepherd-boy!