Viktorianische Dichtung: eine Auswahl aus E.B. Browning, R. Browning, A. Tennyson, M. Arnold, D.G. Rossetti, W. Morris, A. Ch. Swinburne, Chr. RossettiOtto Luitpold Jiriczek Carl Winter, 1907 - 486 páginas |
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... hour of harm , ' Our Father , ' looking upward in the chamber , We say softly for a charm . We know no other words except ' Our Father , ' And we think that , in some pause of angels ' song , God may pluck them with the silence sweet to ...
... hour of harm , ' Our Father , ' looking upward in the chamber , We say softly for a charm . We know no other words except ' Our Father , ' And we think that , in some pause of angels ' song , God may pluck them with the silence sweet to ...
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... hour , Voluptuous transport ripens with the corn Beneath a warm moon like a happy face : -And this to fill us with regard for man , With apprehension of his passing worth , Desire to work his proper nature out , And ascertain his rank ...
... hour , Voluptuous transport ripens with the corn Beneath a warm moon like a happy face : -And this to fill us with regard for man , With apprehension of his passing worth , Desire to work his proper nature out , And ascertain his rank ...
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... hour . That is her book - shelf , this her bed ; She plucked that piece of geranium - flower , Beginning to die too , in the glass ; Little has yet been changed , I think : The shutters are shut , no light may pass Save two long rays ...
... hour . That is her book - shelf , this her bed ; She plucked that piece of geranium - flower , Beginning to die too , in the glass ; Little has yet been changed , I think : The shutters are shut , no light may pass Save two long rays ...
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... hours , Such miracles performed in play , Such primal naked forms of flowers , Such letting nature have her way While heaven looks from its towers ! How say you ? Let us , O my dove , Let us be unashamed of soul , As earth lies bare to ...
... hours , Such miracles performed in play , Such primal naked forms of flowers , Such letting nature have her way While heaven looks from its towers ! How say you ? Let us , O my dove , Let us be unashamed of soul , As earth lies bare to ...
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... hour . The high that proved too high , the heroic for earth too hard , The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky , Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard ; Enough that he heard it once : we shall hear it by ...
... hour . The high that proved too high , the heroic for earth too hard , The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky , Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard ; Enough that he heard it once : we shall hear it by ...
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A. C. Benson Arnold Arthur breast breath Browning Camelot Christina Rossetti D. G. Rossetti Dante Gabriel Rossetti dark dead death deep deren dichterischer Dichtung dream dust earth Edition Englische Dichter englischen erst ersten Excalibur eyes face flowers Gedichte Geiste gone großen Guenevere hand hath hear heard heart Hell and Heaven hervor hour Idylls Isle Jahre Jiriczek King King Arthur kiss Kunst Lady of Shalott Leben lich light lips literarische Little brother live look Lord Lyrik Mary Mother moon Morris never night o'er once pass Poems Poesie Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood rest rose Rossetti round seine seinen shadow shalt silence sing Sir Bedivere Sister Helen sleep smile song SONNET soul spake spirit stars Stimmung sweet Swinburne tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thro u. d. Tit voice Volsung weary weep Werke wind wurde
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Página 158 - Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Página 188 - But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world; And I, the last, go forth companionless, And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Página 235 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Página 111 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Página 80 - Oh, our manhood's prime vigour ! no spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing, nor sinew unbraced. Oh, the wild joys of living ! the leaping from rock up to rock — The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, — the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, — the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
Página 167 - The slender acacia would not shake One long milk-bloom on the tree ; The white lake-blossom fell into the lake, As the pimpernel dozed on the lea ; But the rose was awake all night for your sake, Knowing your promise to me : - The lilies and roses were all awake, They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Página 115 - FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, Yet the strong man must go...
Página 43 - How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I lave thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
Página 146 - Grows green and broad, and takes no care, Sun-steep'd at noon, and in the moon Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow Falls, and floats adown the air. Lo ! sweeten'd with the summer light, The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow, Drops in a silent autumn night. All its allotted length of days, The flower ripens in its place, Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil, Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
Página 143 - he said, and pointed toward the land, ' This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.' In the afternoon they came unto a land In which it seemed always afternoon.