The Development of the Feeling for Nature in the Middle Ages and Modern TimesG. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1905 - 376 страници |
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The Development of the Feeling for Nature in the Middle Ages and Modern Times Alfred Biese Ограничен достъп - 2019 |
The Development of the Feeling for Nature in the Middle Ages and Modern Times Alfred Biese Ограничен достъп - 2019 |
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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 poet poetic poetry 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
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Страница 183 - Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise: Arise, arise.
Страница 310 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Страница 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...
Страница 336 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their Mother's breast As she dances about the sun.
Страница 331 - Above me are the Alps, The palaces of Nature, whose vast walls Have pinnacled in clouds their snowy scalps, And throned Eternity in icy halls Of cold sublimity, where forms and falls The avalanche — the thunderbolt of snow ! All that expands the spirit, yet appals, Gather around these summits, as to show How Earth may pierce to Heaven, yet leave vain man below, LXIII.
Страница 337 - I hang like a roof, — The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow...
Страница 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...
Страница 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!
Страница 338 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The...
Страница 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...