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... close of the century the appearance of poets now familiar to the age , such as Rogers , Bowles , Crabbe , Campbell , Coleridge , Southey , and Wordsworth . But , foremost among these poets of the new era , appear the names of two ...
... close of the century the appearance of poets now familiar to the age , such as Rogers , Bowles , Crabbe , Campbell , Coleridge , Southey , and Wordsworth . But , foremost among these poets of the new era , appear the names of two ...
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... close of 1776 , he was rarely able to compose his mind to any continuous effort , and for many months was again en- tirely prostrate under his dreadful malady . Now , how- ever , he was watched over with all the solicitude of affec ...
... close of 1776 , he was rarely able to compose his mind to any continuous effort , and for many months was again en- tirely prostrate under his dreadful malady . Now , how- ever , he was watched over with all the solicitude of affec ...
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... close of 1796 , while on a visit , with the poet , to some of his relatives in Norfolk ; and though he lingered on for upwards of three years , he was never again entirely free from the dark cloud of religious despondency , which ...
... close of 1796 , while on a visit , with the poet , to some of his relatives in Norfolk ; and though he lingered on for upwards of three years , he was never again entirely free from the dark cloud of religious despondency , which ...
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... close with the couplet― " His highest honours to the heart belong ; His virtues formed the magic of his song . " ROBERT BURNS . BORN , 1759 ; DIED , 1796 . ROBERT BURNS , the peasant bard , and national poet of Scotland , differed no ...
... close with the couplet― " His highest honours to the heart belong ; His virtues formed the magic of his song . " ROBERT BURNS . BORN , 1759 ; DIED , 1796 . ROBERT BURNS , the peasant bard , and national poet of Scotland , differed no ...
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... close a union with one who , however much he might still love her , he could not respect or look up to with that fine reverence with which we delight to look upon woman , in her true domestic sphere , as the emblem of all that is chaste ...
... close a union with one who , however much he might still love her , he could not respect or look up to with that fine reverence with which we delight to look upon woman , in her true domestic sphere , as the emblem of all that is chaste ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Allan Ramsay amid beauty Ben Jonson beneath blessed born breast breath bright burning CAROLINE BOWLES Charles II Chaucer clouds crown dark dead death deep died dost doth dread dream Earl of Surrey earth EDMUND SPENSER Elizabethan era England eternal eyes fair fame father flowers frae gaze genius gentle glorious glory glowing grace grave green happy hast hath heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry of Navarre holy honour hour HYMN king land light live look Lord lyre mind morning mountain never night noble o'er pain PHILIP MASSINGER poems poet praise pride Queen rise round shade Shakspeare shine sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound Spenser spirit spring stars storm stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought vale voice waves weary weep Westminster Abbey wild wind wings wood youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 81 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 142 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 346 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Seite 145 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Seite 431 - And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For heaven's sake let us sit upon the ground...
Seite 378 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Seite 260 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Seite 136 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Seite 145 - 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; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook Or by a cider-press, with patient look Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Seite 58 - THOU lingering star, with lessening ray That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My Mary from my heart was torn. O Mary ! dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? See'st thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast...