Poets and Poetry of Germany: Biographical and Critical Notices, 2. kötetChapman & Hall, 1858 |
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Poets and Poetry of Germany: Biographical and Critical Notices, 2. kötet Lucien Davesies De Pontes Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2015 |
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acquaintance admiration affection amid anguish beauty became behold beloved beneath Biberach Boie breath brief bright Bückeburg Bürger calm character charm cheer death deep delight dervish despite devoted drama duties earthly Eutin existence eyes fame fancy father fearful feel French genius German Gleim Goethe Göttingen grace grief Hamburg hand happiness heart heaven Herder Hoelty Hohenasperg honour hope human imagination influence Kleist Klopstock Leben length less Lessing's letter literary literature live Madme marriage Messiah mind mingled Molière mother Müllner nature never noble Novalis Oberon once passion Phanias poems poet poetic poetry Prince Prussia rendered returned romantic says scarcely scene Schiller Schlegel Schubart seemed soon Sophia sorrow soul spirit Stolberg strange Suabian sufferings sweet tears thalers thee thou thought Tieck tion tone translation truth verses virtue Voltaire Voss Voss's weary Weimar Werner Wieland wife writes young youth
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398. oldal - Gorgeous, graceful, and subtle qualities it indeed invariably possesses ; and no one can be more ready to admit them than I am ; but he had only a section of the essential properties necessary to constitute a master in the art. The finest poetry is that (whatever critical coteries may assert to the contrary, and it is exactly the same with painting and sculpture) which is most patent to the general understanding, and hence to the approval or disapproval of the common sense of mankind.
325. oldal - MAIDEN ! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies ! Thou whose locks outshine the sun, Golden tresses, wreathed in one, As the braided streamlets run ! Standing, with reluctant feet. Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet ! Gazing, with a timid glance.
127. oldal - Yes ! false and fleeting as the wind, are all, Friendship's fond vows, and love's deceitful smile, Soon as the golden showers no longer fall, Cold is the heart that lures us with its wile, Soon as the goblet's dry, in vain we call On our Patroclus ! yes ; that metal vile Is stronger still than virtue, wit or beauty, That gone — the swarm goes too, and Lais talks of duty. Now thrill'd and saddened by the mournful truth, How vain those dreams so transient, tho...
442. oldal - Be it thy task to set the strife at rest. First learn my grief, how fearful and how deep, Starting, I woke from childhood's rosy sleep, The bud burst forth! a secret thrill came o'er me, The breath of love drew forth each hue so bright ; A hero raised me to his own proud height. And life and all its charms lay spread before me. Already with the bridal myrtle crown'd For him in whom my very being was bound, I...
443. oldal - Thou pausest, now their sorrows thou hast heard, Doubtful how to decide betwixt the twain. Have they not lived and loved ? our common doom, Though sorrow shroud them both in grief and gloom, And bid them to the dregs her chalice drain. In one brief sentence all my sorrows dwell, Till thou hast heard it, pause ! consider well Ere yet the final judgment thou assign, And learn my better right, too clearly proved. Four words suffice me : — I was never loved ! The palm of grief thou wilt allow is mine.
460. oldal - Germany is about to rise," such was his letter to his father at this period, "the Prussian Eagle wakes in every faithful breast, and by the beating of her mighty wing, rouses once more the hopes of German freedom. Poetry sighs for her fatherland, let me prove myself her worthy son. Now that I know what bliss can ripen for me in this world, now that the star of happiness sheds its brightest light upon my path. — Now, by Heavens! it is an heroic feeling that impels my soul, for it is the mighty conviction...
442. oldal - God how long Must all these tortures last that will not kill ! The second took the word with trembling tone: Oh not of shame! of blood the form alone That sleeping still or waking meets her view; My heart too open'd to that breath divine, Anguish and rapture— they have both been mine; For me the cup of love has mantled too. The glory vanished from the loved one's head; I saw him selfish, mean, his brightness fled, And yet alas I lov'd him!
443. oldal - I lov'd him! him alone! He went; if shame still chain him to her side, Or raving madness drive him far and wide, I know not; but the grief is all my own.
442. oldal - For him in whom my very being was bound, I watched, with mingled fear and rapture glowing; The marriage-torches cast their ruddy glare; They brought me in his corpse and laid it there, From seven deep wounds his crimson hearts-blood flowing.
460. oldal - I be contented to ting my comrades' triumphs ? I know that you will suffer much for my sake. My mother too will weep . . . Heaven comfort her, I cannot spare her this trial. That I offer up my life, that indeed is of little import, but that I offer it up now, that it is crowned with all the flowery wreaths of love, and joy, and friendship, that I sacrifice the sweet sensation I once felt, in the conviction that / could never...