The Romantic Imagination: Literature and Art in England and Germany

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Frederick Burwick, Jürgen Klein
Rodopi, 1996 - 454 sidor

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MURRAY ROSTON
14
JÜRGEN KLEIN
19
WERNER HOFMANN
63
HORST MELLER
76
GABRIELE ROMMEL
95
FREDERICK BURWICK
125
ROSWITHA BURWICK
156
HOTCHKISS
177
LILIAN R FURST
269
JAMES A W HEFFERNAN
289
GRANT F SCOTT
315
BARBARA MARIA STAFFORD
335
GERALD FINLEY
357
The Contemplative Mode
377
KARL KROEBER
398
JÖRG TRAEGER
413

NORMA S DAVIS
191
ANNE K MELLOR
225
HANSULRICH MOHR
240
Index
436
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Sida 291 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims aronnd him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Sida 224 - Whatever is fitted in any sort to excite the ideas of pain and danger, that is to say, whatever is in any sort terrible, or is conversant about terrible objects, or operates in a manner analogous to terror, is a source of the sublime; that is, it is productive of the strongest emotion which the mind is capable of feeling.
Sida 208 - I am the daughter of earth and water, And the nursling of the sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores ; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when, with never a stain, The pavilion of heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
Sida 226 - I was often unable to think of external things as having external existence, and I communed with all that I saw as something not apart from, but inherent in, my own immaterial nature. Many times while going to school have I grasped at a wall or tree to recall myself from this abyss of idealism to the reality.
Sida 24 - Our souls, whose faculties can comprehend The wondrous architecture of the world, And measure every wandering planet's course, Still climbing after knowledge infinite, And always moving as the restless spheres, Will us to wear ourselves, and never rest, Until we reach the ripest fruit of all, That perfect bliss and sole felicity, The sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
Sida 26 - The poets of the seventeenth century, the successors of the dramatists of the sixteenth, possessed a mechanism of sensibility which could devour any kind of experience.
Sida 208 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Sida 143 - LORD, all his works in all places of his dominion : bless the LORD, O my soul. PSALM CIV. "DLESS 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 chariot : who walketh upon the wings of the wind...
Sida 140 - Canst thou lift up thy voice to the clouds, That abundance of waters may cover thee? Canst thou send lightnings, that they may go, And say unto thee, Here we are?
Sida 137 - And they sing the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb, saying, Great and marvellous are thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are thy ways, thou King of saints.

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