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... eyes of his mistress : Sir Eger said , " If it be so , Then wot I well I must forego Love - liking , and manhood , all clean ! " The water rushed out of his een ! Sir Gray - Steel is killed : - Gray - Steel into his death thus throws ...
... eyes of his mistress : Sir Eger said , " If it be so , Then wot I well I must forego Love - liking , and manhood , all clean ! " The water rushed out of his een ! Sir Gray - Steel is killed : - Gray - Steel into his death thus throws ...
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... eyes , or under the influ- ence of storm or sunshine ; as when in Lycidas , or the Greek pastoral poets , the flowers and the flocks are made to sympathize with a man's death ; or , in the Italian poet , the river flowing by the ...
... eyes , or under the influ- ence of storm or sunshine ; as when in Lycidas , or the Greek pastoral poets , the flowers and the flocks are made to sympathize with a man's death ; or , in the Italian poet , the river flowing by the ...
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... eyes turn in their sockets , and the life . less pursuer tumbles from his horse . Si fece il viso allor pallido e brutto , Travolse gli occhi , e dimostrò a ' l occaso Per manifesti segni esser condutto . E'l busto che seguia troncato ...
... eyes turn in their sockets , and the life . less pursuer tumbles from his horse . Si fece il viso allor pallido e brutto , Travolse gli occhi , e dimostrò a ' l occaso Per manifesti segni esser condutto . E'l busto che seguia troncato ...
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... : The windows of the eyes of cats : ( because they see best at night ) And for the roof instead of slats Is cover'd with the skins of bats With moonshine t`at are gilded . Here also is a fairy bed , very delicate , WHAT IS POETRY ? 223.
... : The windows of the eyes of cats : ( because they see best at night ) And for the roof instead of slats Is cover'd with the skins of bats With moonshine t`at are gilded . Here also is a fairy bed , very delicate , WHAT IS POETRY ? 223.
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... eyes make pictures when they're shut : - I see a fountain , large and fair , A willow and a ruin'd hut , And thee and me and Mary there . O Mary ! make thy gentle lap our pillow ; Bend o'er us , like a bower , my beautiful green willow ...
... eyes make pictures when they're shut : - I see a fountain , large and fair , A willow and a ruin'd hut , And thee and me and Mary there . O Mary ! make thy gentle lap our pillow ; Bend o'er us , like a bower , my beautiful green willow ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
appear beauty better body bright bring character comes delight devil doth dream earth Enter eyes face fair fairy fancy fear feeling fire flowers give grace hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hence hope horse humor idea imagination kind king lady leave less light live look lord master mean Milton mind moon nature never night once pain passage passion perhaps play poem poet poetical poetry poor pray present reader reason rest rich round seems seen sense Shakspeare side sing sleep sometimes song soul sound speak Spenser spirit sweet tell thee things thou thought true truth turn unto verse whole wind wood writing young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 219 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 189 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Seite 252 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Seite 252 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Seite 177 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Seite 233 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Seite 194 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Seite 88 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
Seite 250 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Seite 186 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus