The Development of the Feeling for Nature in the Middle Ages and Modern TimesG. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1905 - 376 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Alps Ausonius beautiful Biese birds breath breeze bright century charming Christian classic clouds colour Comp creatures dark deep delight descriptions doth earth eternal Euripides expression eyes feeling for Nature flowers forest garden German glow Goethe golden grass Greek green happy heart heaven Hellenism hills human idyllic Italy Klopstock lake Lake of Geneva landscape light looked love of Nature lyric meadows mediæval melancholy Middle Ages mind Minnesingers modern moon morning mountains Nature's never Nibelungenlied night nightingale o'er ocean painting pantheism passion Petrarch picture plain plants pleasant pleasure poem poetic poetry poets praise Radegunde Renaissance Richard III river rocks Rococo romantic rose Rousseau says scene scenery sentimental shade shew shore sing snow solitude song Sonnet soul spring stars storm streams sweet sympathy thee Theocritus things thou thought Titus Andronicus trees valley wander waves Werther whole wild wind winter wood wrote
Pasajes populares
Página 332 - And this is in the night : — Most glorious night ! Thou wert not sent for slumber ! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and' far delight,— A portion of the tempest and of thee ! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth ! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.
Página 178 - ... face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.
Página 337 - That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer...
Página 336 - From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet birds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 337 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow...
Página 331 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me, High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Página 10 - Bless the Lord, O my soul. O Lord my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and majesty." "Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain:" "Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his hariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind...
Página 11 - They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded for them. 9 Thou hast set a bound that they may not pass over; that they turn not again to cover the earth.
Página 168 - Coral is far more red than her lips' red: If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing...
Página 335 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...