Robert Southey, sein Naturgefühl in seinen DichtungenBuchdr. von H. John, Halle a.S., 1904 - 100 páginas |
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Página 81 - O READER ! hast thou ever stood to see The Holly Tree ? The eye that contemplates it well perceives Its glossy leaves Order'd by an intelligence so wise, As might confound the Atheist's sophistries. Below, a circling fence, its leaves are seen Wrinkled and keen ; No grazing cattle through their prickly round Can reach to wound ; But as they grow where nothing is to fear, Smooth and unarm'd the pointless leaves appear.
Página 91 - IT wAS a summer evening; Old Kaspar's work was done. And he before his cottage door Was sitting in the sun; And by him sported on the green His little grandchild Wilhelmine. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round.
Página 47 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orb'd glory yonder Moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths. Beneath her steady ray The desert-circle spreads, Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky. How beautiful is night...
Página 75 - But pleasant is it now to pause, and view Thy various tints of frail and watery hue, And think the storm shall not return again. Such is the smile that Piety bestows On the good man's pale cheek, when he, in peace Departing gently from a world of woes, Anticipates the realm where sorrows cease.
Página 24 - The mountains, on Thursday evening, before the sun was quite down, or the moon bright, were all of one dead-blue colour ; their rifts, and rocks, and swells, and scars had all disappeared — the surface was perfectly uniform, nothing but the outline distinct ; and this even surface of dead blue, from its unnatural uniformity, made them, though not transparent, appear transvious, — as though they were of some soft or cloudy texture through which you could have passed, I never saw any appearance...
Página 87 - A WELL there is in the west country, And a clearer one never was seen ; There is not a wife in the west country But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne. An oak and an elm tree stand beside, And behind does an ash tree grow, And a willow from the bank above Droops to the water below.
Página 54 - Quench'd in the unnatural light which might out-stare Even the broad eye of day ; And thou from thy celestial way Pourest, O Moon, an ineffectual ray ! For lo ! ten thousand torches flame and flare Upon the midnight air, Blotting the lights of heaven With one portentous glare. Behold the fragrant smoke in many a fold Ascending, floats along the fiery sky, And hangeth visible on high, A dark and waving canopy.
Página 78 - Blue-lipt, an ice-drop at thy sharp blue nose, Close muffled up, and on thy dreary way, Plodding alone through sleet and drifting snows. They should have drawn thee by the high-heapt hearth, Old Winter ! seated in thy great arm'd chair, Watching the children at their Christmas mirth ; Or circled by them...
Página 76 - Dieser reflektiert über den Eindruck, den die Gegenstände auf ihn machen, und nur auf jene Reflexion ist die Rührung gegründet, in die er selbst versetzt wird und uns versetzt.
Página 66 - While thus Florinda spake, the dog who lay Before Rusilla's feet, eyeing him long And wistfully, had recognised at length, Changed as he was and in those sordid weeds, His royal master. And he rose and lick'd His wither'd hand, and earnestly look'd up With eyes whose human meaning did not need The aid of speech ; and moan'd, as if at once To court and chide the long-withheld caress.