Chips from Englisgh [!] Literature ...E. Shlegel, 1875 - 101 oldal |
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12. oldal
... Zeilen zu vergleichen : - She rose she sprung Till his heart heaved beneath her hidden face . she clung to his embrace , ( The Corsair I , 14. ) Zum Ausdruck crowded in der zweiten Zeile vergl . Lucifer : we Can crowd eternity into an ...
... Zeilen zu vergleichen : - She rose she sprung Till his heart heaved beneath her hidden face . she clung to his embrace , ( The Corsair I , 14. ) Zum Ausdruck crowded in der zweiten Zeile vergl . Lucifer : we Can crowd eternity into an ...
17. oldal
... Zeilen : But ere her lip , or even her eye , Essay'd to speak , or look reply . 22. Day rose in sorrow ! ( III , 20. ) ( Bride of Abydos II , 22. ) from the clouds which dun And dim lay round him gleam'd the heavy Sun , • • the great ...
... Zeilen : But ere her lip , or even her eye , Essay'd to speak , or look reply . 22. Day rose in sorrow ! ( III , 20. ) ( Bride of Abydos II , 22. ) from the clouds which dun And dim lay round him gleam'd the heavy Sun , • • the great ...
25. oldal
... Zeilen : And stillest Night - the beautiful - the bland - Walk'd like a Spirit o'er the lovely land . ( I , 1. ) erinnert an den Anfang des ersten Gedichtes der Hebrew Melodies : She walks in beauty , like the night Of cloudless climes ...
... Zeilen : And stillest Night - the beautiful - the bland - Walk'd like a Spirit o'er the lovely land . ( I , 1. ) erinnert an den Anfang des ersten Gedichtes der Hebrew Melodies : She walks in beauty , like the night Of cloudless climes ...
29. oldal
... Zeilen fehlen in der verkürzten Fassung von Abschnitt 8 , die im Life ( vol . I , p . 277 ) gegeben ist . Wie im O'Neill und ebenso in der Tale of Rupert de Lindsay ( Life 1 , 338 ff ) hält auch hier der Held die besinnungslose Geliebte ...
... Zeilen fehlen in der verkürzten Fassung von Abschnitt 8 , die im Life ( vol . I , p . 277 ) gegeben ist . Wie im O'Neill und ebenso in der Tale of Rupert de Lindsay ( Life 1 , 338 ff ) hält auch hier der Held die besinnungslose Geliebte ...
38. oldal
... Zeilen von O'Neill ge- sagt wird , dass sein Held nämlich fröhlich mit den Fröh- lichen sein konnte . Auch mit dieser Einschränkung bleibt die Behauptung unrichtig . Ich führe die ganze Stelle an : He stood no Lara in the living crowd ...
... Zeilen von O'Neill ge- sagt wird , dass sein Held nämlich fröhlich mit den Fröh- lichen sein konnte . Auch mit dieser Einschränkung bleibt die Behauptung unrichtig . Ich führe die ganze Stelle an : He stood no Lara in the living crowd ...
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34. oldal - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
45. oldal - He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him ; nor below Can love, or sorrow, fame, ambition, strife, Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent sharp endurance : he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still...
34. oldal - WHEN he, who adores thee, has left but the name Of his fault and his sorrows behind, Oh ! say wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Of a life that for thee was resign'd...
9. oldal - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now.
34. oldal - midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless ; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress ! None that, with kindred consciousness endued, If we were not, would seem to smile the less Of all that flatter'd, follow'd, sought and sued ; This is to be alone ; this, this is solitude ! XXVII.
11. oldal - ... so vast a command of the whole eloquence of scorn, misanthropy and despair. That Marah was never dry. No art could sweeten, no draughts could exhaust, its perennial waters of bitterness. Never was there such variety in monotony as that of Byron. From maniac laughter to piercing lamentation, there was not a single note of human anguish of which he was not master.
22. oldal - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll [ Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed...
9. oldal - She was like me in lineaments — her eyes, Her hair, her features, all, to the very tone Even of her voice, they said were like to mine; But soften'd all, and temper'd into beauty; She had the same lone thoughts and wanderings, The quest of hidden knowledge, and a mind To comprehend the universe : nor these Alone, but with them gentler powers than mine, Pity, and smiles, and tears...
21. oldal - Its gaudy colours spreads on every place ; The face of nature we no more survey, All glares alike, without distinction gay ; But true expression, like th' unchanging sun, Clears and improves whate'er it shines upon ; It gilds all objects, but it alters none.
34. oldal - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.