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... green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , When Heaven is fill'd with music sweet , Of birds among the bowers . The ...
... green , Thy certain voice we hear ; Hast thou a star to guide thy path , Or mark the rolling year ? Delightful visitant ! with thee I hail the time of flowers , When Heaven is fill'd with music sweet , Of birds among the bowers . The ...
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... green ; And the hyacinth , purple , and white , and blue , Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew , Of music so delicate , soft , and intense , It was felt like an odour within the sense ; THE OCEAN . And the jessamine faint , and ...
... green ; And the hyacinth , purple , and white , and blue , Which flung from its bells a sweet peal anew , Of music so delicate , soft , and intense , It was felt like an odour within the sense ; THE OCEAN . And the jessamine faint , and ...
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... green earth , And took the flowers away . Longfellow . THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . THE stately homes of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land ! 13 14 THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY ...
... green earth , And took the flowers away . Longfellow . THE HOMES OF ENGLAND . THE stately homes of England , How beautiful they stand ! Amidst their tall ancestral trees , O'er all the pleasant land ! 13 14 THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY ...
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... green for ever be the groves , And bright the flow'ry sod , And Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God . Mrs. Hemans . THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY . Ir was a friar of orders gray Walkt forth to tell his beades ...
... green for ever be the groves , And bright the flow'ry sod , And Where first the child's glad spirit loves Its country and its God . Mrs. Hemans . THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY . Ir was a friar of orders gray Walkt forth to tell his beades ...
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... green grass turfe , And at his heels a stone . " Within these holy cloysters long He languisht , and he dyed , Lamenting of a ladye's love , And ' playning of her pride . " Here bore him barefaced on his bier Six proper youths and tall ...
... green grass turfe , And at his heels a stone . " Within these holy cloysters long He languisht , and he dyed , Lamenting of a ladye's love , And ' playning of her pride . " Here bore him barefaced on his bier Six proper youths and tall ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angel art thou BATTLE OF BLENHEIM beauty beneath bless bloom bosom bower breast breath bright brow Brutus Cæsar Cassius cheek child clouds cried dark dead dear death deep dost doth dream earth ETON COLLEGE eyes fair father fear fire flowers gentle glowing grace grave GREECE green grief happy hath hear heard heart heaven helmet of Navarre Henry Kirke White hill holy honour hour king land light live Lochiel look lyre MELROSE ABBEY MERCHANT OF VENICE morn mountain mourn murmuring ne'er never night o'er praise pray prayer pride proud rock round Samian wine shade Shakspeare sigh sight sing sleep smile snow song sorrow soul sound SPANISH ARMADA spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thought thousand Twas vale voice wave weep wild wind wings Wordsworth youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 199 - 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 161 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Seite 117 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise? And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the...
Seite 141 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Seite 198 - My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Seite 91 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief.
Seite 158 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die.
Seite 116 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Seite 63 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride: And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Seite 216 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower— Before, milk-white; now purple with love's wound— And maidens call it, love-in-idleness.