A Short History of German LiteratureG.I. Jones, 1879 - 628 sider |
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... feel called upon already to issue a new edition . The author desires to thank the public and the critics for the ... feels grateful for assurances he has received that what he has written has stimulated readers to make a closer ...
... feel called upon already to issue a new edition . The author desires to thank the public and the critics for the ... feels grateful for assurances he has received that what he has written has stimulated readers to make a closer ...
Side 47
... feels forced to keep . His retainers arm , and he stalks , shield in hand , to the ruins of the hall . Those who have lately been his guests remind him of his honor ; but the more ancient duty must carry it over the newer . The ...
... feels forced to keep . His retainers arm , and he stalks , shield in hand , to the ruins of the hall . Those who have lately been his guests remind him of his honor ; but the more ancient duty must carry it over the newer . The ...
Side 65
... feel it is the same power of love which at first leads her to the breast of Siegfried , and at last raises her arm for the stroke that kills her brother . Still more picturesque than in Kriemhild is the mingling of dark and light in the ...
... feel it is the same power of love which at first leads her to the breast of Siegfried , and at last raises her arm for the stroke that kills her brother . Still more picturesque than in Kriemhild is the mingling of dark and light in the ...
Side 78
... feel that the figures of the old poet had once some real existence here . What massiveness in the columns , and how heavily majestic the rounded arches turn , high overhead , in the dusky gloom , which sunbeam can never reach ! What dim ...
... feel that the figures of the old poet had once some real existence here . What massiveness in the columns , and how heavily majestic the rounded arches turn , high overhead , in the dusky gloom , which sunbeam can never reach ! What dim ...
Side 87
... feeling secure , pause in their voyage upon an island , —the Wulpensand , ―resting from their victory . Soon , in the distance , appear the crowding sails , all marked with the sign of the cross . " A fleet of pilgrims , " they say ...
... feeling secure , pause in their voyage upon an island , —the Wulpensand , ―resting from their victory . Soon , in the distance , appear the crowding sails , all marked with the sign of the cross . " A fleet of pilgrims , " they say ...
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Side 197 - And though this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us; We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us: The Prince of Darkness grim, We tremble not for him; His rage we can endure, For lo! his doom is sure, One little word shall fell him.
Side 197 - A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; Our helper he amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and power are great, And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal.
Side 370 - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She .was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And, for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went...
Side 362 - Ranch's statuette. His complexion was very bright, clear, and rosy. His eyes extraordinarily dark, piercing, and brilliant. I felt quite afraid before them, and recollect comparing them to the eyes of the hero of a certain romance called "Melmoth the Wanderer...
Side 577 - ... it. In fact, under the rude yet also artificial character of newspaper style, each separate monster period is a vast arch, which, not receiving its keystone, not being locked into self-supporting cohesion, until you nearly reach its close, imposes of necessity upon the unhappy reader all the onus of its ponderous weight through the main process of its construction.
Side 555 - They were lovely and pleasant in their lives, and in their deaths they were not divided.
Side 335 - The features were large and liberally cut, as in the fine sweeping lines of Greek Art. The brow lofty and massive, from beneath which shone large lustrous brown eyes of marvellous beauty, their pupils being of almost unexampled size; the slightly aquiline...
Side 274 - Laokoon,' which transported us from the region of miserable observation into the free fields of thought. The so long misunderstood ut pictura pocsis was at once set aside; the difference between art and poetry made clear; the peaks of both appeared separated, however near each other might be their bases. The former had to confine itself...
Side 518 - But towards evening when, according to the belief of the Jews, the gates of heaven are closed and no further prayer can enter, I heard a voice in which tears flowed as they were never wept from eyes.
Side 193 - It shall be so; go and write him so.' "Therefore, my dear little son Johnny, learn and pray away! and tell Lippus and Jost, too, that they must learn and pray. And then you shall come to the garden together. Herewith I commend thee to Almighty God. And greet Aunt Lehne, and give her a kiss for my sake. "Thy dear father, "Anno 1530.