Hyperion: A RomanceG. Slater, 1849 - 267 páginas |
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... song of Roland the Brave , which was heard of old by the weeping Hildegund , as she sat within the wall of that cloister , which now looked forth in the pale morn- ing from amid the leafless linden trees . The dim tra- ditions of those ...
... song of Roland the Brave , which was heard of old by the weeping Hildegund , as she sat within the wall of that cloister , which now looked forth in the pale morn- ing from amid the leafless linden trees . The dim tra- ditions of those ...
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... song of Regner Hairy Breeches as " the young chief so proud of his flowing locks ; he who spent his mornings among the young maidens → he who loved to converse with the handsome widows . " This was an amiable weakness ; and it ...
... song of Regner Hairy Breeches as " the young chief so proud of his flowing locks ; he who spent his mornings among the young maidens → he who loved to converse with the handsome widows . " This was an amiable weakness ; and it ...
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... songs of the affections . It was on that account that Flem- ming said to her , as they glided out into the swift stream : " My dear child ! do you know the story of the Liebenstein ? " " The story of the Liebenstein , " she answered ...
... songs of the affections . It was on that account that Flem- ming said to her , as they glided out into the swift stream : " My dear child ! do you know the story of the Liebenstein ? " " The story of the Liebenstein , " she answered ...
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... songs ' somewhat of lust , and somewhat of love . ' But where sleeps the dust of his rival and foe , sweet Master Bartholomew Rainbow ? " He meant this for an aside ; but the turkey - cock picked it up and answered- " I do not know ...
... songs ' somewhat of lust , and somewhat of love . ' But where sleeps the dust of his rival and foe , sweet Master Bartholomew Rainbow ? " He meant this for an aside ; but the turkey - cock picked it up and answered- " I do not know ...
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... song says , " a pleasant city , when it has done raining . " The mist still kept The steeple of mass of snow- Something of this did Paul Flemming behold , when he rose the next morning and looked from his window . It was a warm ...
... song says , " a pleasant city , when it has done raining . " The mist still kept The steeple of mass of snow- Something of this did Paul Flemming behold , when he rose the next morning and looked from his window . It was a warm ...
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Achim von Arnim Alsatian amid Andernach baron beautiful behold bells beneath Berkley Black Forest breath bright brooklet castle chamber CHAPTER child church cloister clouds countenance dark death delight door dreams earth exclaimed eyes face feeling flowers Frau FREDERIKA BREMER gazed German Gilgen Goethe golden grave green hand hear heard heart heaven Heidelberg hills holy hour human voice Innsbruck Interlachen lady lake laughing Lauterbrunnen leathery light lives look Mary Ashburton mind Minnesingers mist morning mountain never Nick Bottom night pale passed Paul Flemming pleasant poet Postilion replied Flemming Rhine ruin Saint Saint Wolfgang seemed shadows silent singing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stands stars Sternenfels stood strange stream summer sweet thee things thou thought tower trees valley village voice walk wild wind window wonder words
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Página 158 - O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars...
Página 234 - They are all gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear. It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest, After the sun's remove.
Página 234 - He that hath found some fledged bird's nest may know At first sight if the bird be flown ; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes. And into glory peep.
Página 177 - O Land ! For all the broken-hearted The mildest herald by our fate allotted, Beckons, and with inverted torch doth stand To lead us with a gentle hand Into the land of the great Departed, Into the Silent Land ;
Página 101 - Whoe'er she be, That not impossible she That shall command my heart and me; Where'er she lie, Locked up from mortal eye In shady leaves of destiny: Till that ripe birth Of studied Fate stand forth...
Página 174 - One with all the fire of youth. " One on earth in silence wrought, And his grave in silence sought ; But the younger, brighter form Passed in battle and in storm. " So, whene'er I turn my eye Back upon the days gone by, Saddening thoughts of friends come o'er me, Friends who closed their course before me.
Página 43 - Chinese proverb is true ; a single conversation across the table with a wise man, is better than ten years
Página 63 - Already the grass shoots forth. The waters leap with thrilling pulse through the veins of the earth ; the sap through the veins of the plants and trees ; and the blood through the veins of man. What a thrill of delight in Spring-time ! What a joy in being and moving ! Men are at work in gardens ; and in the air there is an odor of the fresh earth.
Página 176 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, oh, thither, Into the Silent Land...