The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 |
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... PASSING across a green and lonely lane A funeral met our view . It was not here A sight of every day , as in the streets Of some great city , and we stopt and ask'd Whom they were bearing to the grave . A girl , They answer'd , of the ...
... PASSING across a green and lonely lane A funeral met our view . It was not here A sight of every day , as in the streets Of some great city , and we stopt and ask'd Whom they were bearing to the grave . A girl , They answer'd , of the ...
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... passing paragraphs of praise , And are forgotten ! There was one who died In that day's glory , whose obscurer name No proud historian's page will chronicle . Peace to his honest soul ! I read his name , - ' Twas in the list of ...
... passing paragraphs of praise , And are forgotten ! There was one who died In that day's glory , whose obscurer name No proud historian's page will chronicle . Peace to his honest soul ! I read his name , - ' Twas in the list of ...
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... passing the spring - tide of joy we have known : Each wave , that we danced on at morning , ebbs from us , And leaves us , at eve , on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories , serenely adorning ---- The close of our day , the ...
... passing the spring - tide of joy we have known : Each wave , that we danced on at morning , ebbs from us , And leaves us , at eve , on the bleak shore alone ! Ne'er tell me of glories , serenely adorning ---- The close of our day , the ...
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... passed , have recorded their opinion of his character on the tablet that marks his grave in the Church at Highgate ; and all who enjoyed the privilege of his acquaintance will bear testimony to its truth . It tells of his profound ...
... passed , have recorded their opinion of his character on the tablet that marks his grave in the Church at Highgate ; and all who enjoyed the privilege of his acquaintance will bear testimony to its truth . It tells of his profound ...
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... passed the ordeal of periodical criticism , was produced on the 5th of February , 1818 , at Drury Lane Theatre . It was written , he states , " with some view to the stage : " it was successful in representation and is still ...
... passed the ordeal of periodical criticism , was produced on the 5th of February , 1818 , at Drury Lane Theatre . It was written , he states , " with some view to the stage : " it was successful in representation and is still ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Allan Cunningham beauty beneath bloom born bower breast breath bright brow calm Charles Lamb child Christ's Hospital cloud cold dark dear death deep delight dewy dream earth Ebenezer Elliott fair fame fancy Farewell feel flowers genius gentle GEORGE CRABBE glad glory grace grave green grief happy hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White holy orders hope John Clare lady Leigh Hunt light living Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lord Byron maid maiden Mary Lee merry heart mind mother mountain nature ne'er never night o'er pale poems Poet poetical poetry rill rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Twas voice waves weary weep wild wind wings woes writings young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 47 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Seite 8 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Seite 276 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Seite 127 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Seite 11 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Seite 6 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Seite 4 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Seite 109 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Seite 8 - Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Seite 127 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...