PoemsJ. Owen, 1844 - 279 Seiten |
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... more like oak - trees strong , We shed our frail lives from us , leaf by leaf , And each new death but brings the spirit more Broad worlds to win and beauty to adore . XLVI . So , Margaret , let thy heart leap A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 25.
... more like oak - trees strong , We shed our frail lives from us , leaf by leaf , And each new death but brings the spirit more Broad worlds to win and beauty to adore . XLVI . So , Margaret , let thy heart leap A LEGEND OF BRITTANY . 25.
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... strong As the prevailing patience of meek Light , Who , with the invincible tenderness of peace , Wins it to be a portion of herself ? Why art thou made a god of , thou , who hast The never - sleeping terror at thy heart , That ...
... strong As the prevailing patience of meek Light , Who , with the invincible tenderness of peace , Wins it to be a portion of herself ? Why art thou made a god of , thou , who hast The never - sleeping terror at thy heart , That ...
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... strong will . So shall some thought of mine yet circle earth , And puff away thy crumbling altars , Jove ! And , wouldst thou know of my supreme revenge , Poor tyrant , even now dethroned in heart , Realmless in soul , as tyrants ever ...
... strong will . So shall some thought of mine yet circle earth , And puff away thy crumbling altars , Jove ! And , wouldst thou know of my supreme revenge , Poor tyrant , even now dethroned in heart , Realmless in soul , as tyrants ever ...
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... swift decay , Leaving it richer for the growth of truth ; But Good , once put in action or in thought , Like a strong oak , doth from its boughs shed down The ripe germs of a forest . Thou , weak 78 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... swift decay , Leaving it richer for the growth of truth ; But Good , once put in action or in thought , Like a strong oak , doth from its boughs shed down The ripe germs of a forest . Thou , weak 78 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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... Strong charities that make men seem like gods ; And love , that makes them be gods , from her breasts Sucks in the milk that makes mankind one blood . Good never comes unmixed , or so it seems , Having two faces , as some images Are ...
... Strong charities that make men seem like gods ; And love , that makes them be gods , from her breasts Sucks in the milk that makes mankind one blood . Good never comes unmixed , or so it seems , Having two faces , as some images Are ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abolitionism Æsop beauty better bliss bobolink body body-snatch breast Bussy D'Ambois Chapman Chaucer Chaunticlere child colors D'Ambois dead death deep delight divine doth dramatists dream earth eternal eyes face fair faith fancy fear feel flowers Fortunate Isles genius give golden grace hand happy hath hear heart heaven Hero and Leander hope instinct JOHN John Ford kind Knight's Tale language light lives look Lover's Melancholy melody metonymy metre Milton mind Mordred murmur nature never noble o'er old dramatists Othello passage PHILIP poems poet poet's poetical poetry poor Pope rhyme Rosaline seems sense serene Shakspeare silent sing song sonnet sorrow soul speak spirit stars sunshine sure sweet tears tell tender thee thine things thou thought true truly truth turn uncon utter verse voice whole wings wonder words Wordsworth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 165 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Seite 214 - They are slaves who fear to speak For the fallen and the weak ; They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think ; They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three.
Seite 165 - Fair Quiet, have I found thee here, And Innocence, thy sister dear? Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men: Your sacred plants, if here below, Only among the plants will grow; Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude. No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green. Fond lovers, cruel as their flame, Cut in these trees their mistress
Seite 100 - THE FOUNTAIN'. INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ! Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ! Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ! Ever in...
Seite 166 - Here at the fountain's sliding foot, Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide: There like a bird it sits, and sings, Then whets and claps its silver wings; And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Seite 109 - They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He sat and watched the dead leaves fall, Or mused upon a common flower.
Seite 263 - HE stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide The din of battle and of slaughter rose; He saw God stand upon the weaker side, That sank in seeming loss before its foes: Many there were who made great haste and sold Unto the cunning enemy their swords, He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold, And, underneath their soft and flowery words, Heard the cold serpent hiss ; therefore he went And humbly joined him to the weaker part, Fanatic named, and fool, yet well content So he could be the...
Seite 242 - Through the azure deep of air : Yet oft before his infant eyes would run Such forms as glitter in the Muse's ray, With orient hues unborrow'd of the sun ; Yet shall he mount, and keep his distant way Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the Good how far — but far above the Great ! § SA.
Seite 51 - No, time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist upon us that is old; And rather make them born to our desire Than think that we before have heard them told. Thy registers and thee I both defy, Not...
Seite 213 - MEN ! whose boast it is that ye Come of fathers brave and free, If there breathe on earth a slave, Are ye truly free and brave ? x If ye do not feel the chain, When it works a brother's pain, Are ye not base slaves indeed, — Slaves unworthy to be freed...