The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Sketches, and a Rapid View of the Characteristic Attributes of EachA. & C. Black, 1850 - 544 Seiten |
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... gold rusté , what should iron do ? For if a priest be foul on whom we trust , No wonder is a lewéd3 man to rust.4 And shame it is , if that a priest take keep , " To see a smutted shepherd and clean sheep . Well ought a priest ensample ...
... gold rusté , what should iron do ? For if a priest be foul on whom we trust , No wonder is a lewéd3 man to rust.4 And shame it is , if that a priest take keep , " To see a smutted shepherd and clean sheep . Well ought a priest ensample ...
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... gold stood he ; With fouré white bullés in the trais.1 Instead of coat - armoùr , 5 on his harnais , With nailés yellow and bright as any gold , He had a bear's skin , coal - black for old . His long hair was kempt behind his back , As ...
... gold stood he ; With fouré white bullés in the trais.1 Instead of coat - armoùr , 5 on his harnais , With nailés yellow and bright as any gold , He had a bear's skin , coal - black for old . His long hair was kempt behind his back , As ...
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... gold , new ybete ; 1 A mantelets upon his shoulders hanging , Bretfull of rubies red as fire sparkling ; His crispés hair like ringés was yronne , And that was yellow , and glittered as the sun . His nose was high , his eyen bright ...
... gold , new ybete ; 1 A mantelets upon his shoulders hanging , Bretfull of rubies red as fire sparkling ; His crispés hair like ringés was yronne , And that was yellow , and glittered as the sun . His nose was high , his eyen bright ...
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... gold so high Had whirled up the starry sky aloft , And in the Bulls was entered certainly ; When showers sweet of rain descended soft , Causing the ground , felé timís and oft , Up for to give many an unwholesome air , And every plainé ...
... gold so high Had whirled up the starry sky aloft , And in the Bulls was entered certainly ; When showers sweet of rain descended soft , Causing the ground , felé timís and oft , Up for to give many an unwholesome air , And every plainé ...
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... gold so well begone ; 6 In kirtels and in copés rich They were all clothed all alich , Departed1o even of white and blue ; With all lustes11 that she knew They were embroidered over all ; 12 Their bodies weren long and small . The ...
... gold so well begone ; 6 In kirtels and in copés rich They were all clothed all alich , Departed1o even of white and blue ; With all lustes11 that she knew They were embroidered over all ; 12 Their bodies weren long and small . The ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient Banquo beauty behold Ben Jonson blood breath bright Brutus Cæsar Canterbury Tales century Chaucer court death delight dost doth dreadful Dryden earth English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fate father fear flowers genius Giles Fletcher give gold golden grace Greek hand hath head heart Heaven Hell hence honour Hudibras James Johnson Julius Cæsar king Knight's Tale Lady language light literature live look Lord Lycidas Macb Macbeth Macd Milton mind MIRROR FOR MAGISTRATES muse nature never night noble numbers o'er Othello Ovid Pierre Pindar poem poet poetical poetry praise Queen reign satire Scotland Shakespeare sleep song soul sound speak spirit sweet Swift tell temple Thammuz Thane thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought throne tongue unto Vent verse Warton word writers youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 114 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Seite 522 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we...
Seite 103 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Seite 114 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 103 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Seite 186 - Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Seite 365 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Seite 174 - For, if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back and fetch the age of gold; And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould...
Seite 242 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Seite 200 - Though hard and rare : thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.