Gathered riches from the older poets, A.D. 1340-1699 [ed. by W.K.].Houlston and Wright, 1865 - 123 Seiten |
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... head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings : The fishes fleet with new repairéd scale ; The adder all her slough away she flings ; The swift swallow pursueth the flies small ; The busy bee her honey how she mings ...
... head on the pale ; The buck in brake his winter coat he flings : The fishes fleet with new repairéd scale ; The adder all her slough away she flings ; The swift swallow pursueth the flies small ; The busy bee her honey how she mings ...
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... head such hairs to be . They be the lines that lead the length How far my race was for to run ; They say my youth is fled , with strength , And how old age is well begun : The which I feel ; and you may see Upon my head such lines to be ...
... head such hairs to be . They be the lines that lead the length How far my race was for to run ; They say my youth is fled , with strength , And how old age is well begun : The which I feel ; and you may see Upon my head such lines to be ...
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... head such hairs to be . LORD VAUX . Idleness . WHAT heart can think , or tongue express , The harm that groweth of idleness ? This idleness in some of us Is seen to seem a thing but slight ; But if that sum the sums discuss , The total ...
... head such hairs to be . LORD VAUX . Idleness . WHAT heart can think , or tongue express , The harm that groweth of idleness ? This idleness in some of us Is seen to seem a thing but slight ; But if that sum the sums discuss , The total ...
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... clerks , O'er meadow , muir , and stripe . The golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head , And o'er the earth and firmament Displays his beams abroad . For joy the birds with boulden throats , Against his 24 PERIOD SECOND .
... clerks , O'er meadow , muir , and stripe . The golden globe incontinent Sets up his shining head , And o'er the earth and firmament Displays his beams abroad . For joy the birds with boulden throats , Against his 24 PERIOD SECOND .
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... head a crown of purest gold Is set , in sign of highest sovereignty ; And in her hand a sceptre she doth hold With which she rules the house of God on high , And manageth the ever - moving sky , And in the same these lower creatures all ...
... head a crown of purest gold Is set , in sign of highest sovereignty ; And in her hand a sceptre she doth hold With which she rules the house of God on high , And manageth the ever - moving sky , And in the same these lower creatures all ...
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Gathered Riches From the Older Poets: A. D. 1340-1699 (Classic Reprint) Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
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angels ANON art thou beams beauty behold BEN JONSON birds blessed blest bliss blossom born breath bright CHAUCER Christ cloud comfort creatures dark death delight divine doth dust dwell Earl of Surrey earth eternal eyes face fair faith fear flesh flowers GEORGE SANDYS give glorious glory God's grace hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope humble Hymn James Shirley JAMES WEDDERBURN John Donne King leave light live look Lord Love's man's mercy mighty mind mortal Nature's never NICHOLAS BRETON night nightingale o'er pleasure poets poor praise pure Religio Medici rest rich RICHARD ROLLE rise Saviour scorn sense shalt shepherds shew shine sight sing SIR JOHN DAVIES Sir Thomas Browne sleep song soul spirit spring stars strong sweet Tell Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought Thy Majesty thyself tree true voice wake wilt wind wings wise
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Seite 167 - Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less, Withdraws into its happiness; The mind, that ocean where each kind Does straight its own resemblance find; Yet it creates, transcending these, Far other worlds, and other seas; Annihilating all that's made To a green thought in a green shade.
Seite 70 - Death, be not proud though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.
Seite 118 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...
Seite 75 - 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 55 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will! Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Seite 114 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Seite 70 - Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well, And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
Seite 68 - Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun, Which was my sin, though it were done before? Wilt thou forgive that sin through which I run, And do run still, though still I do deplore? When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more.
Seite 32 - ART thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers? O sweet content! Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplexed? O punishment! Dost thou laugh to see how fools are vexed To add to golden numbers, golden numbers?
Seite 168 - See, how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn, Into the blowing roses, (Yet careless of its mansion new, For the clear region where 'twas born,) Round in itself incloses And, in its little globe's extent, Frames, as it can, its native element.