Der Sensualismus bei John KeatsWinter, 1908 - 70 pàgines |
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Pàgina 14
... wide lake in deep repose Is hushed , and like a burnished mirror glows , Save where , along the shady western marge , Coasts , with industrious oar , the charcoal barge . ( 113-127 . ) Es ist die Landschaft in ihrem eigenen , durch ...
... wide lake in deep repose Is hushed , and like a burnished mirror glows , Save where , along the shady western marge , Coasts , with industrious oar , the charcoal barge . ( 113-127 . ) Es ist die Landschaft in ihrem eigenen , durch ...
Pàgina 17
... wide apart , reveal Troas and Ilion's column'd citadel The crown of Troas . schildert Keats ( Hyperion , Book I 1-14 ) : Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn , Far from the fiery noon , and ...
... wide apart , reveal Troas and Ilion's column'd citadel The crown of Troas . schildert Keats ( Hyperion , Book I 1-14 ) : Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn , Far from the fiery noon , and ...
Pàgina 19
... wide lawn , whence one could only see Stems thronging all around between the swell Of turf and slanting branches : who could tell The freshness of the space of heaven above , Edg'd round with dark tree tops ? through which a dove Would ...
... wide lawn , whence one could only see Stems thronging all around between the swell Of turf and slanting branches : who could tell The freshness of the space of heaven above , Edg'd round with dark tree tops ? through which a dove Would ...
Pàgina 20
... wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety : Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint , and curious bending Of a fresh woodland alley ...
... wide wand'ring for the greediest eye , To peer about upon variety : Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim , And trace the dwindled edgings of its brim ; To picture out the quaint , and curious bending Of a fresh woodland alley ...
Pàgina 55
... wide clouds wreath'd aud curled . So felt he , who first told , how Psyche went On the smooth wind to realms of wonderment . Die Stimmung , die eine Landschaft hervorruft , strebt danach , eine plastische Menschengestalt in diese ...
... wide clouds wreath'd aud curled . So felt he , who first told , how Psyche went On the smooth wind to realms of wonderment . Die Stimmung , die eine Landschaft hervorruft , strebt danach , eine plastische Menschengestalt in diese ...
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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...