Der sensualismus bei John Keats ...Hofund universitätsbuchdr. C.A. Wagner, 1903 - 70 Seiten |
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Sibylla Geest. while still and peaceful , he said , ' I feel the flowers growing over me . " Wie weiß Keats die Sinneseindrücke in den Bereich künstlerischer Empfindung zu erheben ; man sehe die Strophe aus der Ode to a Nightingale : O ...
Sibylla Geest. while still and peaceful , he said , ' I feel the flowers growing over me . " Wie weiß Keats die Sinneseindrücke in den Bereich künstlerischer Empfindung zu erheben ; man sehe die Strophe aus der Ode to a Nightingale : O ...
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... ; the very first week I knew you I wrote myself your vassal , but burnt the Letter ; as the very next time I saw you I thought you manifested some dislike to me . If you should ever feel for Man at the first sight what I did for 44 [ 210.
... ; the very first week I knew you I wrote myself your vassal , but burnt the Letter ; as the very next time I saw you I thought you manifested some dislike to me . If you should ever feel for Man at the first sight what I did for 44 [ 210.
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... feel sorrow with his hands ( The English Poets p . 267 ) und in der Tat finden wir bei Keats die physiologischen und die psychischen Erscheinungen vollständig miteinander ver- knüpft , sein Intellekt ist weniger grenzsetzend als bei ...
... feel sorrow with his hands ( The English Poets p . 267 ) und in der Tat finden wir bei Keats die physiologischen und die psychischen Erscheinungen vollständig miteinander ver- knüpft , sein Intellekt ist weniger grenzsetzend als bei ...
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... feel uplifted from the world , Walking upon the 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 ...
... feel uplifted from the world , Walking upon the 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 ...
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... feel An unaccustomed presence , and the sound Of the sweet brook that from the secret springs Of that dark fountain rose . A Spirit seemed To stand beside him clothed in no bright robes Of shadowy silver or enshrining light , Borrowed ...
... feel An unaccustomed presence , and the sound Of the sweet brook that from the secret springs Of that dark fountain rose . A Spirit seemed To stand beside him clothed in no bright robes Of shadowy silver or enshrining light , Borrowed ...
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Seite 188 - 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...
Seite 183 - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow-ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
Seite 195 - Or wait the amen, ere thy poppy throws Around my bed its lulling charities. Then save me, or the passed day will shine Upon my pillow, breeding many woes, — Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
Seite 221 - While at our feet, the voice of crystal bubbles Charms us at once away from all our troubles: So that we feel uplifted from the world, Walking upon the white clouds wreath'd and curl'd.
Seite 183 - 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. A stream went voiceless by, still deadened more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad 'mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips.
Seite 190 - From Nature and her overflowing soul, I had received so much, that all my thoughts Were steeped in feeling ; I was only then Contented, when with bliss ineffable I felt the sentiment of Being spread O'er all that moves and all that seemeth still...
Seite 212 - O! let me have thee whole,- — all — all — be mine! That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest Of love, your kiss, — those hands, those eyes divine, That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast, — Yourself — your soul — in pity give me all, Withhold no atom's atom or I die, Or living on perhaps, your wretched thrall, Forget, in the mist of idle misery, Life's purposes, — the palate of my mind Losing its gust, and my ambition blind!
Seite 221 - Fold their beams round the hearts of those that love, These twine their tendrils with the wedded boughs Uniting their close union ; the woven leaves Make net-work of the dark blue light of day, And the night's noontide clearness, mutable As shapes in the weird clouds. Soft mossy lawns Beneath these canopies extend their swells, Fragrant with perfumed herbs, and eyed with blooms Minute, yet beautiful.
Seite 183 - 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.
Seite 194 - 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...