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Die Schöne Litteratur Europa's in der Neuesten Zeit, Dargestellt nach Ihren ...
Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff
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alten Augen bedeutend beiden beſonders Bilder Blick Charactere Cromwell daher derſelben deſſen Dichter Didier dieſer drei durchaus eben eigenen Eigenthümlichkeit eigentlich einzelnen Ende endlich Erde erſcheint erſten Fall faſt Feinde feine fern fich find folgen folgenden fremd Freunde früher ganze geben geboren Gedichte Gefühl Geiſt giebt gleich Glück glücklich Gott großen Hand Helden Hernani Herz Himmel Hinſicht hohen Humeya indem iſt Jahre jungen Kampf Kind kleineren König konnte Kraft Krieger Land lange Leben leicht Leiden Leiſtungen lich Liebe Lieder Litteratur machen macht Mann Menge Muley Carime muß Nacht Namen Natur neue Phantaſie Poeſie Recht reden reich Roman Ruhe Ruhm Scene ſchon Schule Seele ſehr ſein ſeine Seite ſelbſt ſeyn ſich ſie ſind ſondern Sprache Tage theils tief treu tritt Vater viel Volkes voll vorzüglich wahr ward Weiſe weiß weiter Welt wenig Werke wieder wohl Worte zeigt zurück zwei
Page 338 - Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Page 327 - And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve ! She lean'd against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listen'd to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
Page 247 - Soften'd his spirit) look'd and lay, Watching the rosy infant's play : Though still, whene'er his eye by chance Fell on the boy's, its lurid glance Met that unclouded, joyous gaze, As torches that have burnt all night Through some impure and godless rite, Encounter morning's glorious rays. But hark ! the vesper call to...
Page 192 - ... Though the day of my destiny's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover The faults which so many could find ; Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted. It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee. Then when nature around me is smiling...
Page 164 - I saw him stand Before an Altar — with a gentle bride ; Her face was fair, but was not that which made The Starlight of his Boyhood...
Page 320 - The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Their ruins, since the world began, Of HIM afford no other trace Than this, — THERE LIVED A MAN ! November 4, 1805.
Page 289 - Of day-spring, rush'd we through the glade, And saw at dawn the lofty bawn Of Castle-Connor fade. Sweet was to us the hermitage Of this unplough'd, untrodden shore; Like birds all joyous from the cage, For man's neglect we loved it more, And well he knew, my huntsman dear, To search the game with hawk and spear ; While I his evening food to dress, Would sing to him in happiness. But, oh, that midnight of despair ! When I was...
Page 239 - That I can live, and let thee go, Who art my life itself? — No, no — When the stem dies, the leaf that grew Out of its heart must perish too! Then turn to me, my own love, turn, Before like thee I fade and burn; Cling to these yet cool lips, and share The last pure life that lingers there!
Page 327 - With downcast eyes, and modest grace; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face.
Page 304 - Her by her smile how soon the Stranger knows ; How soon by his the glad discovery shows ! As to her lips she lifts the lovely boy, What answering looks of sympathy and joy ! He walks, he speaks. In many a broken word His wants, his wishes, and his griefs are heard. And ever, ever to her lap he flies, When rosy Sleep comes on with sweet surprise.