Beispielsammlung zur Theorie und Literatur der Schönen Wissenschaften: Bd. Lyrische Gedichte. HeldengedichteFriedrich Nicolai, 1790 |
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... heart had play'd , Martha took the flying ball . Martha foon did it refign To the beauteous Catherine . Beauteous Catherine gave place ( Though loath and angry the to part With the poffetlion of my heart . ) To Elifa's conquering face ...
... heart had play'd , Martha took the flying ball . Martha foon did it refign To the beauteous Catherine . Beauteous Catherine gave place ( Though loath and angry the to part With the poffetlion of my heart . ) To Elifa's conquering face ...
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... hearts , The letters , embaffies and fpies , The frowns , and fmiles , and flatteries , The quarrels , tears and perjuries , Numberlefs , nameless myfteries ! And all the little lime - twigs laid By Machavil the waiting - maid ; I more ...
... hearts , The letters , embaffies and fpies , The frowns , and fmiles , and flatteries , The quarrels , tears and perjuries , Numberlefs , nameless myfteries ! And all the little lime - twigs laid By Machavil the waiting - maid ; I more ...
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... heart ? Why is my tongue afraid ? With the leaft glance a little kind Such wond'rous power have MIRA's charms , She calms my doubts , enflaves my mind , And all my rage difarms . Forgetful of her broken vows When gazing on that form ...
... heart ? Why is my tongue afraid ? With the leaft glance a little kind Such wond'rous power have MIRA's charms , She calms my doubts , enflaves my mind , And all my rage difarms . Forgetful of her broken vows When gazing on that form ...
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... heart , Nature points this my fatal hour ; And I have liv'd ; and we must part . While now I take my last adieu , Heave thou no figh , nor fhed a tear , Left yet my half - clof'd eye may view On earth an object worth its care . From ...
... heart , Nature points this my fatal hour ; And I have liv'd ; and we must part . While now I take my last adieu , Heave thou no figh , nor fhed a tear , Left yet my half - clof'd eye may view On earth an object worth its care . From ...
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... heart Shall waft the spirit there . Shenstone . Dr. Percy Dr. Percy . Dr. Thomas Percy , jest Bischof zu Dromore in Irland , Herausgeber der mit so vielem Geschmack gesams melten und kommentirten Reliques of auc . Engl . Poetry , ist ...
... heart Shall waft the spirit there . Shenstone . Dr. Percy Dr. Percy . Dr. Thomas Percy , jest Bischof zu Dromore in Irland , Herausgeber der mit so vielem Geschmack gesams melten und kommentirten Reliques of auc . Engl . Poetry , ist ...
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Página 324 - Join voices all ye living souls: Ye birds, That singing up to heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise.
Página 323 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise Him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 323 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Página 66 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Página 177 - Ah Colin! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone: Nor thou, fond maid, receive his...
Página 414 - The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine; The merchant from th' Exchange returns in peace, And the long labours of the toilet cease.
Página 319 - Awake : The morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us ; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.
Página 67 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Página 73 - Go, lovely rose ! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired : Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die ! that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, — How...
Página 321 - Are many lesser faculties, that serve Reason as chief: among these, Fancy next Her office holds; of all external things, Which the five watchful senses represent, She forms imaginations, aery shapes, Which Reason, joining or disjoining, frames All what we affirm or what deny, and call Our knowledge or opinion ; then retires Into her private cell, when Nature rests.