Gems from The Victorian AnthologySir Mountstuart Elphinstone Grant Duff S. Sonnenschein, 1904 - 394 Seiten |
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... weep , Till God , who saw me tried too sorely , gave The resting - place I asked , an early grave . Oh , thou whom chance leads to this name- less stone From that proud country which was once mine own , By those white cliffs I never ...
... weep , Till God , who saw me tried too sorely , gave The resting - place I asked , an early grave . Oh , thou whom chance leads to this name- less stone From that proud country which was once mine own , By those white cliffs I never ...
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... Weep not for me : - Be blithe as wont , nor tinge with gloom The stream of love that circles home , Light hearts and free ! Joy in the gifts Heaven's bounty lends , Nor miss my face , dear friends ! " I still am near ; - Watching the ...
... Weep not for me : - Be blithe as wont , nor tinge with gloom The stream of love that circles home , Light hearts and free ! Joy in the gifts Heaven's bounty lends , Nor miss my face , dear friends ! " I still am near ; - Watching the ...
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... scene was lost ; He came to earth , to weep their lot , Who wanted him and found him not . But where were they ? Did none recall His presence needful once to all . E New wits were risen - new words were said , FROM " THE QUEEN'S BALL " 49.
... scene was lost ; He came to earth , to weep their lot , Who wanted him and found him not . But where were they ? Did none recall His presence needful once to all . E New wits were risen - new words were said , FROM " THE QUEEN'S BALL " 49.
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... weep ; A gate of adamant hath barred the way . Prayer dies in echoes ' mid these gloomy bowers , And floats in vain round sullen Pluto's ear : Prayer moves the Gods above : th ' infernal powers Nor list the suppliant voice , nor heed ...
... weep ; A gate of adamant hath barred the way . Prayer dies in echoes ' mid these gloomy bowers , And floats in vain round sullen Pluto's ear : Prayer moves the Gods above : th ' infernal powers Nor list the suppliant voice , nor heed ...
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... weeping o'er thy daughter's tomb , What is there in my course to wish away , Save that I met in death an early doom ? ' Tis something for a mother , when she dies , To leave no barren hearth , no desert home ; I joy to think that sons ...
... weeping o'er thy daughter's tomb , What is there in my course to wish away , Save that I met in death an early doom ? ' Tis something for a mother , when she dies , To leave no barren hearth , no desert home ; I joy to think that sons ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
A. H. CLOUGH almeno non v'è angels Apennine BABETTE belle La Marguerite beneath blood breast breath breeze bright Brittany brow calm cheek Christ Count of Carcassonne dark dead dear death deep dream earth eyes fair faith flowers gaze gleam Goethe gold gone grave green grey hair hand hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hour Irish Brigade Iseult king land light lips live look Lord Madrigal music Matthew Arnold moon morning never night o'er Obermann OMAR KHAYYÁM once pale pass pray prayer rest ring risen Rock round sail scholar band scrunts Shadow shine shore silent sings smile smiling queen snow soft song soul spirit stand stream strong sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought towers Traquair Tristram twas Ulpian voice waves weep wild wind words ye Ministers youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 83 - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name. For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known: cities of men, And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honor'd of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Seite 84 - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Seite 29 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Seite 26 - Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
Seite 75 - I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
Seite 321 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Seite 107 - For calling up that spot of joy. She had A heart — how shall I say? — too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 'twas all one!
Seite 245 - And anon there breaks a sigh, And anon there drops a tear, From a sorrow-clouded eye, And a heart sorrow-laden, A long, long sigh, For the cold, strange eyes of a little Mermaiden And the gleam of her golden hair. Come away, away, children; Come, children, come down! The hoarse wind blows colder; Lights shine in the town.
Seite 31 - ... o'er Darwin's rocky dales Till like volcanoes flared to heaven the stormy hills of Wales, Till twelve fair counties saw the blaze on Malvern's lonely height, Till streamed in crimson on the wind the Wrekin's crest of light, Till broad and fierce the star came forth on Ely's stately fane, And tower and hamlet rose in arms o'er all the boundless plain ; Till Belvoir's lordly terraces the sign to Lincoln sent, And Lincoln sped the message on o'er the wide vale of Trent ; Till Skiddaw saw the fire...
Seite 235 - THE sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.