Miniature Romances from the German: With Other Prolusions of Light LiteratureC. C. Little & J. Brown, 1841 - 324 Seiten |
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... PROLUSIONS OF LIGHT LITERATURE , THOUGH BUT LEAVES FROM AN ENCHANTED FOREST , ARE , With affectionate gratitude For the teachings of his Genius , Inscribed by THE AUTHOR . ADVERTISEMENT , UNDINE , CONTENTS . THE VIAL - GENIE.
... PROLUSIONS OF LIGHT LITERATURE , THOUGH BUT LEAVES FROM AN ENCHANTED FOREST , ARE , With affectionate gratitude For the teachings of his Genius , Inscribed by THE AUTHOR . ADVERTISEMENT , UNDINE , CONTENTS . THE VIAL - GENIE.
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... leaves and branches . But he immediately felt emboldened , when he reflected that nothing to give him alarm had ever befallen him even in the forest ; and moreover , that on this open neck of land the evil spirit , it was likely , would ...
... leaves and branches . But he immediately felt emboldened , when he reflected that nothing to give him alarm had ever befallen him even in the forest ; and moreover , that on this open neck of land the evil spirit , it was likely , would ...
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... window , and cried with a threatening voice : " Undine ! will you never leave off these fooleries ? not even to - day , when we have a stranger - lord with us in the cottage ? " All without now became still , only a low titter 16.
... window , and cried with a threatening voice : " Undine ! will you never leave off these fooleries ? not even to - day , when we have a stranger - lord with us in the cottage ? " All without now became still , only a low titter 16.
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... leaving it , when , amidst the bustle and brawls of the city , I was obliged to reflect in this man- ner by myself : In a scene of tumult like this , or at least in one not much more quiet , I too must soon take up my abode . ' But in ...
... leaving it , when , amidst the bustle and brawls of the city , I was obliged to reflect in this man- ner by myself : In a scene of tumult like this , or at least in one not much more quiet , I too must soon take up my abode . ' But in ...
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... leaves here will make quite as good a shelter , it may be , as their poor cottage . " " It is heaven itself ... leave its misty vale , And fortunes wild explore ; Weary at length it reached the main , And sought its vale no more ...
... leaves here will make quite as good a shelter , it may be , as their poor cottage . " " It is heaven itself ... leave its misty vale , And fortunes wild explore ; Weary at length it reached the main , And sought its vale no more ...
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Almadora amid ancholy appeared beams beautiful Bertalda Bertha Berthold blessed Brandan's breathed bright burst C. C. LITTLE CHAPTER cottage courser cried Danube dawn dear death deep delight door dream ducats earth emotion Eumela evil exclaimed eyes Fairylore father fear feeling felt forest frostwork gave gazed gondolier groschen hand heard heart heaven hope horse hour Huldbrand imagination island knight Kühleborn lady laugh light Logoul look Maduba magic magic illusion magician Mediterranean Sea mind moon morning mountain Muzoil mysterious never old fisherman Palermo perceived Phantasmion portmanteau pray priest ravine replied returned Richard rushed S. T. Coleridge scene seemed Seraphina Simplicio smile soon soul spirit spoke stept stood strange stranger stream sweet tears tenderness terror thing thought trembling truth Undine Undine's vial voice watchmen waves weeping WERTER whispered wife wild wish wonder words young
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Seite 321 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Seite 315 - 'twas a bashful art, That I might rather feel, than see, The swelling of her heart.
Seite 315 - All impulses of soul and sense Had thrill'd my guileless Genevieve; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherish'd long!
Seite 318 - The many men, so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Seite 315 - And that she nursed him in a cave; And how his madness went away, When on the yellow forest-leaves A dying man he lay His dying words - but when I reached That tenderest strain of all the ditty, My faltering voice and pausing harp Disturbed her soul with pity!
Seite 57 - The element moves us, and, again, is obedient to our will while we live, though it scatters us like dust when we die ; and as we have nothing to trouble us, we are as merry as nightingales, little gold-fishes, and other pretty children of nature. But all beings aspire to rise in the scale of existence higher than they are. It was therefore the wish of my father, who is a powerful water-prince in the Mediterranean Sea, that his only daughter should become possessed of a soul, although she should have...
Seite xi - The best in this kind are but shadows ; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.
Seite 96 - The knight was silent and sat down, absorbed in a profound reverie. Undine whispered in his ear : " Would it not be better, my love, to give up this foolish voyage, and return to Castle Ringstetten in peace?
Seite 62 - Kuhleborn seemed to be transported with fury at this: he darted a frightful look at Undine, and grinned fiercely upon her. She shrieked aloud, and called her husband to protect her. The knight sprung round the horse as quick as lightning, and, brandishing his sword, struck at Kiihleborn's head.
Seite 15 - ... and therefore, as good manners dictated, he took off his hat on the knight's coming near, and quietly remained by the side of his nets. When the stranger stopped, and asked whether he with his horse could have shelter and entertainment there for the night, the fisherman returned answer : " As to your horse, fair Sir, I have no better stable for him than this shady meadow, and no better provender than the grass that is growing here. But with respect to yourself, you shall be welcome to our humble...