Harper's Cyclopaedia of British and American PoetryEpes Sargent Harper, 1882 - 958 Seiten |
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... Sleep ..... 669 Highland Mary 258 A Woman's Question .. · 670 Bonnic Lesley . 259 Sonnet : Futurity .. 670 Auld Lang Syne .. 259 Sonnet : Insufficiency .... 670 To Mary in Heaven .. 259 Four Sonnets from the Portuguese .. 670 Ac Fond ...
... Sleep ..... 669 Highland Mary 258 A Woman's Question .. · 670 Bonnic Lesley . 259 Sonnet : Futurity .. 670 Auld Lang Syne .. 259 Sonnet : Insufficiency .... 670 To Mary in Heaven .. 259 Four Sonnets from the Portuguese .. 670 Ac Fond ...
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... Sleep .. 33 Detached Passages from the Plays .... 33 Smith , Alexander . A Day in Spring ... Shelley , Percy Bysshe . A Day in Summer .. Lines on Horace Smith .. 352 Her Last Words .... 835 835 835 The Cloud ...... 421 Stanzas , Written ...
... Sleep .. 33 Detached Passages from the Plays .... 33 Smith , Alexander . A Day in Spring ... Shelley , Percy Bysshe . A Day in Summer .. Lines on Horace Smith .. 352 Her Last Words .... 835 835 835 The Cloud ...... 421 Stanzas , Written ...
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... Sleep .. The Pilgrims and the Pease . 221 221 221 Wilcox , Carlos . A Late Spring in New England ......... .. Wolfe , Charles . A Vision of Heaven .... The Burial of Sir John Moore .... 413 September ...... Wilde , Lady . If I Had ...
... Sleep .. The Pilgrims and the Pease . 221 221 221 Wilcox , Carlos . A Late Spring in New England ......... .. Wolfe , Charles . A Vision of Heaven .... The Burial of Sir John Moore .... 413 September ...... Wilde , Lady . If I Had ...
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... sleep aside , And to a wood I went alone , but guide . Sweet was the smell of flowers white and red , The noise of birdés richt delicious ; The boughés bloomed broad above my head . The ground growand with gersses gracions : Of all ...
... sleep aside , And to a wood I went alone , but guide . Sweet was the smell of flowers white and red , The noise of birdés richt delicious ; The boughés bloomed broad above my head . The ground growand with gersses gracions : Of all ...
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... SLEEP . Come , Sleep , O Sleep , the certain knot of peace , The baiting - place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , The indifferent judge between the high and low ! With shield of proof shield me ...
... SLEEP . Come , Sleep , O Sleep , the certain knot of peace , The baiting - place of wit , the balm of woe , The poor man's wealth , the prisoner's release , The indifferent judge between the high and low ! With shield of proof shield me ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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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!