Vermischte Schriften, Volumen 2Brockhaus, 1830 |
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Términos y frases comunes
alten Ariost Ariost'schen beiden Beurtheilung Bild Bojardo Byron's Charakter chen cher daher deſſen deutschen Dichter dieſe eben Eigenthümlichkeit epischen Epos ersten Erzählung fast finden Form Friedrich Rückert Ganzen Gedicht Gefühl Geist Gerusalemme liberata Gesang gewiß Ghaselen gleich Gries Gries'schen groß großen Gustav Schwab Hafed Hafis håtte heißt Helden Herr Herz Himmel hohen Irish melodies iſt italienischen jezt kleinen könnte Kritiker Land laſſen läßt Leben leicht Leser lich Liebe Lieder ließ Lord Byron lyrischen machen månnlichen möchte Muſe muß müſſen Natur neuen Novelle o'er Orient orientalischen Original Orlando Orlando furioso Poesie poetischen Publicum Rasenden Roland Reime Reiz Ritornelle Ritter Ritterthums Romanzen Rückert Sånger Scene scheint schen schließt Schluß ſei ſein ſeine ſich ſie ſind Sprache Stanze Stoff Streckfuß Styl Tasso Tasso's thee Theil Thomas Moore Tieck tief übermuth übersehung unserer Urtheil Verse viel Volk wåre weiblichen Reime Wein weiß Welt wenig Werke Werth wieder wohl Wort zweiten
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Página 178 - The Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber ! through a marble wilderness?
Página 185 - The Glacier's cold and restless mass Moves onward day by day ; But I am he who bids it pass, Or with its ice delay.
Página 192 - tis haunted, holy ground; No earth of thine is lost in vulgar mould, But one vast realm of wonder spreads around, And all the Muse's tales seem truly told, Till the sense aches with gazing to behold The scenes our earliest dreams have dwelt upon; Each hill and dale, each deepening glen and wold Defies the power which crush'd thy temples gone: Age shakes Athena's tower, but spares gray Marathon.
Página 266 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead. So soon may...
Página 185 - They crown'd him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
Página 232 - Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Página 259 - Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh ! still remember me. When the praise thou meetest To thine ear is sweetest, Oh ! then remember me. Other arms may press thee, Dearer friends caress thee, All the joys that bless thee Sweeter far may be ; But when friends are nearest, And when joys are dearest, Oh ! then remember me.
Página 183 - But mighty Nature bounds as from her birth, The sun is in the heavens, and life on earth; Flowers in the valley, splendour in the beam, Health on the gale, and freshness in the stream. Immortal man! behold her glories shine, 10 And cry, exulting inly, 'They are thine!
Página 244 - TWAS when the world was in its prime, When the fresh stars had just begun Their race of glory, and young Time Told his first birth-days by the sun ; When, in the light of Nature's dawn Rejoicing, men and angels met On the high hill and sunny lawn, — Ere Sorrow came, or Sin had drawn 'Twixt man and Heaven her curtain yet ! When earth lay nearer to the skies Than in these days of crime and woe, And mortals saw, without surprise, In the mid-air, angelic eyes Gazing upon this world below.
Página 260 - But though glory be gone, and though hope fade away, Thy name, loved Erin ! shall live in his songs, Not even in the hour when his heart is most gay Will he lose the remembrance of thee and thy wrongs ! The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plains ; The sigh of thy harp shall be sent o'er the deep, Till thy masters themselves, as they rivet thy chains, Shall pause at the song of their captive and weep ! WHILE GAZING ON THE MOON'S LIGHT.