Specimens of English poetry. For the use of Charterhouse schoolTaylor & Francis, 1867 - 315 Seiten |
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... weep ? 75 80 " And love is still an emptier sound , The modern fair - one's jest : On earth unseen , or only found To warm the turtle's nest . " For shame , fond youth , thy sorrows hush , And spurn the sex , " " he said : But while he ...
... weep ? 75 80 " And love is still an emptier sound , The modern fair - one's jest : On earth unseen , or only found To warm the turtle's nest . " For shame , fond youth , thy sorrows hush , And spurn the sex , " " he said : But while he ...
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... weep to see my anguish ? Mark me , and avoid my woe ; 10 When men flatter , sigh , and languish , Think them false ; I found them so : For I loved ; Oh ! so sincerely None could ever love again ; But the youth I loved so dearly , Stole ...
... weep to see my anguish ? Mark me , and avoid my woe ; 10 When men flatter , sigh , and languish , Think them false ; I found them so : For I loved ; Oh ! so sincerely None could ever love again ; But the youth I loved so dearly , Stole ...
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... weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew . 1 hastily seized it , unfit as it was For a nosegay , so dripping and drown'd , And swinging it rudely , too rudely , alas ! I snapp'd it ; it fell to the ...
... weep for the buds it had left with regret On the flourishing bush where it grew . 1 hastily seized it , unfit as it was For a nosegay , so dripping and drown'd , And swinging it rudely , too rudely , alas ! I snapp'd it ; it fell to the ...
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... weep . Yet do not my folly reprove ; She was fair - and my passion begun ; She smiled and I could not but love ; She is faithless - and I am undone . Perhaps I was void of all thought ; Perhaps it was plain to foresee , That a nymph so ...
... weep . Yet do not my folly reprove ; She was fair - and my passion begun ; She smiled and I could not but love ; She is faithless - and I am undone . Perhaps I was void of all thought ; Perhaps it was plain to foresee , That a nymph so ...
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... weep no more . Take then , sweet maid , this simple strain , The last I offer at thy shrine ; Thy grave must then undeck'd remain , And all thy memory fade with mine . B 20 25 And can thy soft persuasive look , Thy voice , I WISH I WAS ...
... weep no more . Take then , sweet maid , this simple strain , The last I offer at thy shrine ; Thy grave must then undeck'd remain , And all thy memory fade with mine . B 20 25 And can thy soft persuasive look , Thy voice , I WISH I WAS ...
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Specimens of English Poetry. for the Use of Charterhouse School English Poetry Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Specimens of English Poetry. for the Use of Charterhouse School English Poetry Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angels beauty BEN JONSON beneath bless blest bliss bowers breast breath bright call'd Canaan charms clouds Corydon Crazy Jane cries dark dear death deep delight doth drest dwell earth Eurydice Ev'n eyes fair faith fate fear flowers foreign bands glory glow grace grave Greece grove hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour John Barleycorn king land learn'd light live look'd Lord lubber fiend Lycidas lyre meads of asphodel morn Muse ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd passions peace pity pleasure poor praise prayer pride rest rise rose round seem'd shade shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn tears tempest thee thine thou art thought Timotheus trembling upstar virtue voice wandering wave weep winds wings wish'd youth
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Seite 106 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Seite 143 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Seite 144 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Seite 53 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Seite 256 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Seite 75 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Seite 232 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Seite 141 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Seite 256 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Seite 109 - Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With...