Der sensualismus bei John Keats ...Hofund universitätsbuchdr. C.A. Wagner, 1903 - 70 Seiten |
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... soul ; and the imaginative impressions he had received in youth from the scenery of his home , deepened and enriched by continual after - meditation , and mingling with all the currents of his adult thought and feeling , constituted for ...
... soul ; and the imaginative impressions he had received in youth from the scenery of his home , deepened and enriched by continual after - meditation , and mingling with all the currents of his adult thought and feeling , constituted for ...
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... soul from visions of a radiant future and a renovated alas ! not a human hu- manity . In Keats the sentiment of nature was simpler than in either of these two other masters ; more direct , and so to speak more disinterested . It was his ...
... soul from visions of a radiant future and a renovated alas ! not a human hu- manity . In Keats the sentiment of nature was simpler than in either of these two other masters ; more direct , and so to speak more disinterested . It was his ...
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... soul , To speed my voyage ; every sound or sight , In its degree of power , administered To grandeur or to tenderness , to the one Directly , but to tender thoughts by means Less often instantaneous in effect . . . -- ( Prelude , II 742 ...
... soul , To speed my voyage ; every sound or sight , In its degree of power , administered To grandeur or to tenderness , to the one Directly , but to tender thoughts by means Less often instantaneous in effect . . . -- ( Prelude , II 742 ...
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... soul ; And shaping visions all about my sight Of colours , wings , and bursts of spangly light ; The which became more strange , and strange , and dim , And then were gulph'd in a tumultuous swim : And then I fell asleep . ( Endymion ...
... soul ; And shaping visions all about my sight Of colours , wings , and bursts of spangly light ; The which became more strange , and strange , and dim , And then were gulph'd in a tumultuous swim : And then I fell asleep . ( Endymion ...
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... soul . --- ( Complete Works III 10 u . 11. ) Wie den Traum , wo die Nervenerregungen wesent- lich von innen kommen , liebt Keats auch die verwandten Zustände des leisen Rausches , der Mattigkeit , der krank- haften Erregbarkeit . So ...
... soul . --- ( Complete Works III 10 u . 11. ) Wie den Traum , wo die Nervenerregungen wesent- lich von innen kommen , liebt Keats auch die verwandten Zustände des leisen Rausches , der Mattigkeit , der krank- haften Erregbarkeit . So ...
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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...