Der Sensualismus bei John KeatsWinter, 1908 - 70 pàgines |
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Pàgina 17
... hand The lawns and meadow - ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers , and far below them roars The long brook falling thro ' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea . Behind the valley topmost Gargarus Stands up and ...
... hand The lawns and meadow - ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers , and far below them roars The long brook falling thro ' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea . Behind the valley topmost Gargarus Stands up and ...
Pàgina 23
... hands and feet , And fragrant oils with ceremony meet Pour'd on his hair , they all moved to the feast In white robes , and themselves in order plac'd Around the silken couches ... Die Sinneseindrücke rufen in Keats einen Zustand der ...
... hands and feet , And fragrant oils with ceremony meet Pour'd on his hair , they all moved to the feast In white robes , and themselves in order plac'd Around the silken couches ... Die Sinneseindrücke rufen in Keats einen Zustand der ...
Pàgina 36
... Hand die Türklinke be- rührtes ist ein völliges Hingegeben sein an eine einzige , alles erfüllende Anschauung , die der lebendigen Gegen- wart möglichst nahe kommen soll und das physische Ge- fühl der Nähe des Geliebten in hohem Grade ...
... Hand die Türklinke be- rührtes ist ein völliges Hingegeben sein an eine einzige , alles erfüllende Anschauung , die der lebendigen Gegen- wart möglichst nahe kommen soll und das physische Ge- fühl der Nähe des Geliebten in hohem Grade ...
Pàgina 42
... hands bad- ish , her feet tolerable . She is not seventeen , but she is ignorant ; monstrous in her behaviour , flying out in all directions , calling people such names that I was forced lately to make use of the term Minx : this is , I ...
... hands bad- ish , her feet tolerable . She is not seventeen , but she is ignorant ; monstrous in her behaviour , flying out in all directions , calling people such names that I was forced lately to make use of the term Minx : this is , I ...
Pàgina 46
... hands , those eyes divine , That warm , white , lucent , million - pleasured breast , Yourself your soul in pity give me all . . . wo das unwiderstehliche Verlangen , die Freude an den ästhetisch - sinnlichen Reizen sich mit Naturgewalt ...
... hands , those eyes divine , That warm , white , lucent , million - pleasured breast , Yourself your soul in pity give me all . . . wo das unwiderstehliche Verlangen , die Freude an den ästhetisch - sinnlichen Reizen sich mit Naturgewalt ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 68 - Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Pàgina 27 - A poet is the most unpoetical of any thing in existence, because he has no Identity — he is continually in for and filling some other Body — The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women, who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute; the poet has none, no identity — he is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.
Pàgina 27 - A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, because he has no identity : he is continually in for, and filling, some other body. The sun, the moon, the sea, and men and women who are creatures of impulse, are poetical, and have about them an unchangeable attribute ; the poet has none, no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's creatures.
Pàgina 18 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Pàgina 26 - ... it has no self — it is every thing and nothing — It has no character — it enjoys light and shade; it lives in gusto, be it foul or fair, high or low, rich or poor, mean or elevated — It has as much delight in conceiving an lago as an Imogen.
Pàgina 30 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pàgina 25 - Yes, I remember when the changeful earth, And twice five summers on my mind had stamped The faces of the moving year, even then I held unconscious intercourse with beauty Old as creation, drinking in a pure Organic pleasure from the silver wreaths Of curling mist, or from the level plain Of waters coloured by impending clouds.
Pàgina 41 - Let the mad poets say whate'er they please Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses, There is not such a treat among them all, Haunters of cavern, lake, and waterfall, As a real woman, lineal indeed From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed.
Pàgina 23 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Pàgina 29 - Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence, and dies off, As if the ebbing air had but one wave...