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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abbott adjective adverb Aeneid allusion anapaest ancient applied ballad beautiful Book called Chaucer cognate Coleridge Collins comp Comus couplet death denotes doth Dryden earth Elegy Elizabethan English epithet expression eyes F. T. Palgrave Faerie Faerie Queene favourite flowers French goddess Golden Treasury Gray Gray's Greek hath heart heaven hence Horace Hymn Nat iambic Il Pens Il Penseroso Keats King L'Alleg L'Allegro Lady Latin light lines Lycidas lyric meaning melancholy Metre Milton Muse Nature night noun original Palgrave Paradise Lost participle passage passion Pens Penseroso phrase Pindaric poem poet poet's poetical poetry probably Queen reference rhymes says Scottish seems sense Shakespeare SHAKESPEARE'S Sonnets Shelley Shelley's sing sleep song soul sound speaks Spenser spirit stanza star sweet syllable Tennyson thee thou thought Tovey trochaic trochee verb verse Virgil wind word Wordsworth written wrote Yarrow دو وو
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Seite 265 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Seite 87 - For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
Seite 71 - You are my true and honourable wife; As dear to me, as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.
Seite 107 - Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth ? Declare, if thou hast understanding.
Seite 147 - Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished! Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes. With gazing fed ; and fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring fancy's knell : I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell.
Seite 193 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow, And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Seite 203 - At this moment he was unfortunately called out by a person on business from Porlock, and detained by him above an hour, and on his return to his room, found, to his no small surprise and mortification, that though he still retained some vague and dim recollection of the general purport of the vision, yet, with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, all the rest had passed away like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been cast, but, alas! without the...
Seite 118 - Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, And merrily hent the stile-a : A merry heart goes all the day, Your sad tires in a mile-a.
Seite 297 - It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.
Seite 103 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.