Der sensualismus bei John Keats ...Hofund universitätsbuchdr. C.A. Wagner, 1903 - 70 Seiten |
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... more sides , and he was able to understand Wordsworth and judge Byron , equally conscious , through his artistic sense , of the greatnesses of the one and the many littlenesses of the other , while Wordsworth was isolated in a feeling ...
... more sides , and he was able to understand Wordsworth and judge Byron , equally conscious , through his artistic sense , of the greatnesses of the one and the many littlenesses of the other , while Wordsworth was isolated in a feeling ...
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... more in poetry , but presents an ideal to youth made restless with vague desires not yet regulated by experience nor supplied with motives by the duties of life . Keats certainly had more of the penetrative and sympathetic imagination ...
... more in poetry , but presents an ideal to youth made restless with vague desires not yet regulated by experience nor supplied with motives by the duties of life . Keats certainly had more of the penetrative and sympathetic imagination ...
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... more direct , and so to speak more disinterested . It was his instinct to love and interpret nature more for her own sake , and less for the sake of sympathy which the human mind can read into her with its own workings and aspirations ...
... more direct , and so to speak more disinterested . It was his instinct to love and interpret nature more for her own sake , and less for the sake of sympathy which the human mind can read into her with its own workings and aspirations ...
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... more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad ' mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips . Beiträge zur neueren Literaturgeschichte . I , 2 . 2 Die Vorstellung ist bei weitem nicht so klar und ins ...
... more By reason of his fallen divinity Spreading a shade : the Naiad ' mid her reeds Press'd her cold finger closer to her lips . Beiträge zur neueren Literaturgeschichte . I , 2 . 2 Die Vorstellung ist bei weitem nicht so klar und ins ...
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... more Sweet - smelling , whose pure kinds I could not know . Still was more plenty than the fabled horn Thrice emptied could pour forth at banqueting . ― Ebenso fein beinahe sybaritisch sind Geruchs- und Gefühlssinn ausgebildet 22 [ 188.
... more Sweet - smelling , whose pure kinds I could not know . Still was more plenty than the fabled horn Thrice emptied could pour forth at banqueting . ― Ebenso fein beinahe sybaritisch sind Geruchs- und Gefühlssinn ausgebildet 22 [ 188.
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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...