The Starre (George Herbert Poems)
Bright spark, shot from a brighter place, Where beams surround my Saviour's face, Canst thou ...
Bright spark, shot from a brighter place, Where beams surround my Saviour's face, Canst thou ...
Slumbering I lay in melancholy bed, Before the dawning of the sanguin light: When Eccho Shrill, or some Familiar Spright ...
What is this strange and uncouth thingTo make me sigh, and seek, and faint, and die,Untill I ...
O What a cunning guestIs this same Grief! Within my heart I made Closets; ...
Brave rose (alas!) where art thou? In the chair,Where thou didst lately so triumph and shine,A worm doth sit, whose ...
Whither away, Delight?Thou cam'st but now; wilt thou so soon depart, And ...
As withereth the Primrose by the river,As fadeth Sommers-sunne from gliding fountaines;As vanisheth the light blowne bubble ever,As melteth snow ...
Who sekes to tame the blustering winde,Or causse the floods bend to his wyll,Or els against dame nature's kindeTo 'change' ...
DIE DANS VAN DIE RE?NO die dans van ons Suster!Eers oor die bergtop loer sy skelm,en haar oge is skaam;en ...
When first my lines of heav'nly joyes made mention,Such was their lustre, they did so excell,That I sought out quaint ...
King of glorie, King of peace,With the one make warre to cease;With the other blesse thy sheep,Thee to love, in ...
The journy Northward which the King design'd Was once deferr'd because of raine ...
T?cherWinkenFlatternKnattern.Winde klatschen.Dein Lachen weht.Greifen FassenBalgen ZwingenKussUmfangenSinkenNichts.ATTACKScarvesWaveFlutterChatterWinds clatter.Your laughter blowsGrasp holdScuffle forceKissSurroundedSink downNothingness(August Stramm)
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Like to the rowling of an eye, Or like a starre shott from the skye, Or like a hand upon ...
I know no paynt of poetry Can mend such colourd Imag'ry In sullen inke: yet Fayrford, I May relish thy ...
One day, whiles that my daylie cares did sleepe, My spirit, shaking off her earthly prison, Began to enter into ...
SHE fell away in her first ages spring, Whil'st yet her leafe was greene, and fresh her rinde, And whil'st ...
Herr: es ist Zeit. Der Sommer war sehr gro?. Leg deinen Schatten auf die Sonnenuhren, und auf den Fluren la? ...
Four Translations Lord: it is time. The summer was immense. Lay your shadow on the sundials and let loose the ...
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