Words and Days: A Table-book of Prose and VerseRivington, Percival, 1895 - 383 Seiten |
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... earth ; then they made offering of their gifts , gold , frankincense , and myrrh , protesting their faith of three articles by the symbolical oblation : by gold , that He was a king ; by incense , that He was a god ; by myrrh , that He ...
... earth ; then they made offering of their gifts , gold , frankincense , and myrrh , protesting their faith of three articles by the symbolical oblation : by gold , that He was a king ; by incense , that He was a god ; by myrrh , that He ...
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... earth's base wares , whose greatest treasure Is dross and trash ; The height of whose enchanting pleasure Is but a flash ? Are these the goods that thou suppliest Us mortals with ? Are these the highest ? Can these bring cordial peace ...
... earth's base wares , whose greatest treasure Is dross and trash ; The height of whose enchanting pleasure Is but a flash ? Are these the goods that thou suppliest Us mortals with ? Are these the highest ? Can these bring cordial peace ...
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... earth to highest sky , To feed on flowers and weeds of glorious feature , To take whatever thing doth please the eye ? Who rests not pleased with such happiness , Well worthy he to taste of wretchedness . SPENSER . Death , as the ...
... earth to highest sky , To feed on flowers and weeds of glorious feature , To take whatever thing doth please the eye ? Who rests not pleased with such happiness , Well worthy he to taste of wretchedness . SPENSER . Death , as the ...
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... earth . COLERIDGE . THY thoughts and feelings shall not die , Nor leave thee , when grey hairs are nigh , A melancholy slave ; But an old age serene and bright , And lovely as a Lapland night , Shall lead thee to thy grave . WORDSWORTH ...
... earth . COLERIDGE . THY thoughts and feelings shall not die , Nor leave thee , when grey hairs are nigh , A melancholy slave ; But an old age serene and bright , And lovely as a Lapland night , Shall lead thee to thy grave . WORDSWORTH ...
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... earth did e'er suck in Since the first man died for sin : Here the bones of birth have cried , ADDISON . " Though gods they were , as men they died ! ' Here are sands , ignoble things , Dropped from the ruined sides of kings . F ...
... earth did e'er suck in Since the first man died for sin : Here the bones of birth have cried , ADDISON . " Though gods they were , as men they died ! ' Here are sands , ignoble things , Dropped from the ruined sides of kings . F ...
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admire ALL'S beauty behold BEN JONSON better birds CHARLES LAMB CLEOP COLERIDGE CRESS dark dear death delight doth earth eyes face fair fire flame FLORIO'S Montaigne flowers fool garden gentle GEORGE ELIOT GEORGE MEREDITH GEORGE SAINTSBURY give glory grace green HAMLET happy hath heart heaven honour human immortal JULIUS CÆSAR KEATS KING HENRY KING LEAR ladies light live look LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST lover MACBETH MATTHEW ARNOLD MEASURE FOR MEASURE MERCHANT OF VENICE MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM MILTON mind morning mortal nature never numbers Omar Khayyám passion pity pleasure poet poor praise rest ROMEO AND JULIET rose shadows SHELLEY sing sleep smile SONN sorrow soul spirit star sweet tell THACKERAY thee thine things thought TROIL true truth TWELFTH NIGHT unto VENICE V. I. virtue voice WALTER PATER WINTER'S TALE woman words WORDSWORTH young youth
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Seite 113 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Seite 67 - Say, there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean, But nature makes that mean : so, over that art, Which, you say, adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock ; And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : This is an art Which docs mend nature, — change it rather : but The art itself is nature.
Seite 241 - They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between, But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Seite 134 - A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Seite 254 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Seite 149 - As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight, The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Seite 177 - 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 had'st thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.
Seite 353 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Seite 147 - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and everywhere the blue sky belongs to them, and Is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there Is a silent Joy at their arrival.
Seite 7 - O run; prevent them with thy humble ode, And lay it lowly at his blessed feet; Have thou the honour first thy Lord to greet And join thy voice unto the angel quire, From out his secret altar touched with hallowed fire.