Über Robert Southeys orientalische EpenC.A. Kaemmerer, 1890 - 42 strani |
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Adjektiv Adverb Anapästen Anwendung der Alliteration Arvalan Batalha Bedford books Bowles breath of life Briefe Bristol Buch Byron Curse of Kehama Danvers Dichter dichterischen Dichtung Dowden Druck duo semestria Earth englischen Literatur ersten fear finden flame Freunde Gedicht Gesänge giebt give Halensis hand hard of heart head heard Heaven high Hindoo holungen jambisch John May Khawla Kingsdown konnte Koran laid Lautmalerei letzten light long Lord Byron Love Madoc Maimuna Marpurgensis Metrik metrische nigh night o'er his face Odenstrophe P. W. of R. S. pain Picart poem poetischen Portugal Preserver Reim Robert Southey romantischen round schrieb Selections Seminarii Anglici sight Southey Southeys orientalische Epen Stabreime Stellen stream Stretch'd Strophen talischen Thalaba the Destroyer Thalaba und Kehama time Verb Verse Verszeilen viertaktig Vietor VIII vollendet voyage W. S. Landor Wagner Werke wicked wilderness work Worte XVII XXIV Zweitakter
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Stran 17 - But love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth ; Too oft on earth a troubled guest, At times deceived, at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there.
Stran 17 - ... at times opprest, It here is tried and purified, Then hath in Heaven its perfect rest : It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of Love is there. Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Stran 17 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Stran 17 - THEY sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell. Earthly these passions, as of earth, They perish where they have their birth. But Love is indestructible ; Its holy flame for ever burneth, From heaven it came, to heaven returneth...
Stran 6 - Chatterton's history was fresh in remembrance, and that story, which would have affected one of my disposition anywhere, acted upon me with all the force of local associations. The first of my Epic Dreams was created by Ariosto. I meant to graft a story upon the Orlando Furioso, not knowing how often this had been done by Italian and Spanish imitators. Arcadia was to have been the title and the scene ; thither I meant to carry the Moors under Marsilius after their overthrow in France, and there to...
Stran 8 - Madoc ; it is a great work done, and my brain is now ready to receive the Dom Daniel, the next labour in succession. Of the metre of this poem I have thought much, and my final resolution is to write it irregularly, without rhymes : for this I could give you reasons in plenty ; but, as you cannot lend me your ear, we will defer it till you hear the poem. This work is intended for immediate publication.
Stran 25 - The story is original; but, in all its parts, consistent with the superstition upon which it is built: and however startling the fictions may appear, they might almost be called credible when compared with the genuine tales of Hindoo mythology. No figures can be imagined more anti-picturesque, and less poetical, than the mythological personages of the Bramins. This deformity was easily kept out of sight: - their hundred hands are but a clumsy personification of power; their numerous heads only a...
Stran 24 - ... Their colour like the winter's moonless sky, When all the stars of midnight's canopy Shine forth ; or like the azure deep at noon, Reflecting back to heaven a brighter blue. Such was their tint when closed, but when...
Stran 6 - Sounds recall the past in the same manner, but do not bring with them individual scenes, like the cowslip-field or the bank of violets, or the corner of the garden to which we have transplanted field flowers. Oh, what a happy season is childhood, if our modes of life and education will let it be so...