The English LyricConstable, 1913 - 335 Seiten |
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... sing the raptures of a pure soul in communion with God , or the apples of Sodom that turn to dust and bitterness between the teeth of the lost sinner : and there is much between hell and heaven . Indeed , here as elsewhere , there can ...
... sing the raptures of a pure soul in communion with God , or the apples of Sodom that turn to dust and bitterness between the teeth of the lost sinner : and there is much between hell and heaven . Indeed , here as elsewhere , there can ...
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... sing , from Hrothgar on his throne and the hero Beowulf beside him to Cædmon , humble attendant on his Abbess Hilda and for the nonce a keeper of beasts . But such song was purely epic , and subjective only in the sense in which the ...
... sing , from Hrothgar on his throne and the hero Beowulf beside him to Cædmon , humble attendant on his Abbess Hilda and for the nonce a keeper of beasts . But such song was purely epic , and subjective only in the sense in which the ...
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... sing cuccu , Groweth sed and bloweth med And springth the wde nu . Sing cuccu ! Awe bleteth after lomb , Lhouth after calve cu ; Bulluc stirteth , bucke verteth ; Murie sing cuccu . Cuccu , cuccu , Wel singes thu , cuccu , Ne swik thu ...
... sing cuccu , Groweth sed and bloweth med And springth the wde nu . Sing cuccu ! Awe bleteth after lomb , Lhouth after calve cu ; Bulluc stirteth , bucke verteth ; Murie sing cuccu . Cuccu , cuccu , Wel singes thu , cuccu , Ne swik thu ...
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... sing it ; and the words are a conscious poetical adaptation of the reverdie , or song of greeting to spring , well known in France . The music of this little song has received praise as cordial and deserved as that bestowed upon its ...
... sing it ; and the words are a conscious poetical adaptation of the reverdie , or song of greeting to spring , well known in France . The music of this little song has received praise as cordial and deserved as that bestowed upon its ...
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... sing . " The love songs of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries defy in their variety any attempt at classification . The influences that went to their making were much those governing other lyrical poetry , save that here direct ...
... sing . " The love songs of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries defy in their variety any attempt at classification . The influences that went to their making were much those governing other lyrical poetry , save that here direct ...
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Seite 63 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven,...
Seite 79 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: 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 123 - The seas are quiet when the winds give o'er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home.
Seite 209 - With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years, Pervades and broods above, Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears. Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou were left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
Seite 89 - Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun, The Dog, the Triple Tun ; Where we such clusters had, As made us nobly wild, not mad? And yet each verse of thine Out-did the meat, out-did the frolic wine.
Seite 154 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward...
Seite 161 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Seite 47 - With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Seite 79 - Still to be neat, still to be drest, As you were going to a feast ; Still to be powdered, still perfumed: Lady, it is to be presumed, Though art's hid causes are not found, All is not sweet, all is not sound. Give me a look, give me a face; That makes simplicity a grace ; Robes loosely flowing, hair as free : Such sweet neglect more taketh me, Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Seite 6 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things. There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
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