Hyperion: A Romance, Bind 1S. Colman, 1839 - 213 sider |
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Achim von Arnim amid Andernach beautiful behold beneath blue bosom bright brooklet castle CHAPTER child Cicero cloister clouds dark dreams earth Emma exclaimed Flemming eyes face fallow deer fame feel figure flowers Frankfort garden German Goethe golden grave green hand hear heard heart heaven Heidelberg hero Hohenfels holy human lady Langenschwalbach laughing leathery Liebenstein light live look Lope de Vega majestic Mamsell Sœur mind Minnesingers mist morning mountain Neckar never Nick Bottom night Odenwald pale Pandects passed Paul Flemming poet poor postilion Prince Metternich replied the Baron Rhine river ruin rushing Saint SAMUEL COLMAN scholar seemed shadow silent sing sleep solemn song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stands stars Sternenfels stream street Suabian sweet tell things thou thought tower trees valley voice walk wild wind window woman words young دو
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Side 96 - SOMETHING the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn, Something with passion clasp, or perish, And in itself to ashes burn.
Side 165 - 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...
Side 95 - Believe me, the talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well ; and doing well whatever you do, — without a thought of fame.
Side 102 - 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.
Side 70 - Chinese proverb is true ; a single conversation across the table with a wise man, is better than ten years
Side 86 - Nature, when transfigured by the miraculous power of poetry ; hamlets and harvest-fields, and nut-brown waters, flowing ever under the forest, vast and shadowy, with all the sights and sounds of rural life. But after all, what are these but the decorations and painted scenery in the great...
Side 86 - But to resume our old theme of scholars and their whereabout," said the Baron, with an unusual glow, caught, no doubt, from the golden sunshine, imprisoned, like the student Anselmus, in the glass bottle ; " where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart of Nature beat ; or in the dark, gray town, where he can hear and feel the throbbing heart of man?
Side 93 - With calm and solemn footsteps the rising tide bears against the rushing torrent up stream, and pushes back the hurrying waters. With no less calm and solemn footsteps, nor less certainly, does a great mind bear up against public opinion, and push back its hurrying stream.
Side 136 - Why have I been born with all these warm affections, these ardent longings after what is good, if they lead only to sorrow and disappointment ? I would love some one, — love him once and for ever ; — devote myself to him alone, — live for him, — die for him, — exist alone in him ! But, alas ! in all this wide world there is none to love me as I would be loved, — none whom I may love as I am capable of loving. How empty, how desolate, seems the world about me ! Why has Heaven given me...