Studies in Literature, Band 1The University Press, 1918 - 310 Seiten |
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... Under thy lusty wallys renneth down , Where many a swanne doth swymme with wyngis fair ; Where many a barge doth saile , and row with are ( oars ) ; Where many a ship doth rest with toppe - royall 20 Studies in Literature.
... Under thy lusty wallys renneth down , Where many a swanne doth swymme with wyngis fair ; Where many a barge doth saile , and row with are ( oars ) ; Where many a ship doth rest with toppe - royall 20 Studies in Literature.
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... fair maids , All under the leaves of life ? Come tell , come tell , what seek you All under the leaves of life ? " " We're seeking for no leaves , Thomas , But for a friend of thine ; We're seeking for sweet Jesus Christ , To be our ...
... fair maids , All under the leaves of life ? Come tell , come tell , what seek you All under the leaves of life ? " " We're seeking for no leaves , Thomas , But for a friend of thine ; We're seeking for sweet Jesus Christ , To be our ...
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... fair and free , O. " " Your steed was auld , and ye hae got mair , Edward , Edward ; Your steed was auld , and ye hae got mair ; Some other dule ye dree , O . ” — " O I hae kill'd my father dear , Mither , mither ; OI hae kill'd my ...
... fair and free , O. " " Your steed was auld , and ye hae got mair , Edward , Edward ; Your steed was auld , and ye hae got mair ; Some other dule ye dree , O . ” — " O I hae kill'd my father dear , Mither , mither ; OI hae kill'd my ...
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... fair Maisrie , As the dew hangs i ' the wood , gay ladie ! Here are some verses of a Robin Hood Ballad which tells how Robin , having won the King's pardon on con- dition that he lived at the King's court , homesickened for the green ...
... fair Maisrie , As the dew hangs i ' the wood , gay ladie ! Here are some verses of a Robin Hood Ballad which tells how Robin , having won the King's pardon on con- dition that he lived at the King's court , homesickened for the green ...
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... Fair Dodhead come from this region . But these are not the very best ; and the curious fact is that all the very best ballads , which have little or nothing to do with forays and cattle - lifting , also come from this region , and ...
... Fair Dodhead come from this region . But these are not the very best ; and the curious fact is that all the very best ballads , which have little or nothing to do with forays and cattle - lifting , also come from this region , and ...
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Alfoxden ballad beauty Ben Jonson born called Charles Reade Christ's Hospital classical Coleridge criticism dead dear death Donne doth earth England English exquisite eyes famous father feel followed genius Gentlemen George Meredith German Hardy hath heart heaven Herbert holy Horace Horatian Ipsden Jesus College King Lady light literature living London Lord lyrical Mary matter Matthew Arnold Menexenus Meredith Milton mind mother mystic nation nature Nether Stowey never night Oxford passion patriotism Plato poet poetic poetry poor Pope prose quote receive thy saule romantic secret sense Shakespeare sing Sir Patrick Spens song sonnet soul spirit stanza stars sweet Swinburne Swinburne's Tam Lin tell thee Theodore Watts things Thomas Hardy thou thought Thucydides true verse wonder word Wordsworth write written wrote young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 161 - I will rise now, and go about the city In the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth : I sought him, but I found him not.
Seite 154 - The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped, nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting. The dust and stones of the street were as precious as gold: the gates were at first the end of the world.
Seite 95 - ROSE AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Seite 294 - I have been at to arrive where I am. My Sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my Pilgrimage, and my Courage and Skill to him that can get it. My Marks and Scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought his Battles who now will be my Rewarder. When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompanied him to the Riverside, into which as he went he said, Death, where is thy Sting?
Seite 228 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Seite 3 - O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale, Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily To where the Atlantic raves Outside the Western Straits, and unbent sails There, where down cloudy cliffs, through sheets of foam, Shy traffickers, the dark Iberians come ; And on the beach undid his corded bales.
Seite 154 - And young men glittering and sparkling Angels, and maids strange seraphic pieces of life and beauty ! Boys and girls tumbling in the street, and playing, were moving jewels. I knew not that they were born or should die ; but all things abided eternally as they were in their proper places.
Seite 223 - The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full; And yet she looks both small and dull.
Seite 129 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Seite 147 - OF man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly Muse...