Shelleys mythendichtungJulius Klinkhardt, 1904 - 64 páginas |
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... Nymphen Wasser · Wind . Wolke Sonne Mond . Sterne Jahreszeiten Seite 1 2 -- Echo , Echoes - Faune Blumen Spirits 6 15 18 23 25 27 30 32 35 37 Tag und Nacht Zwielicht und Schweigen Tod und Schlaf . Zweites Kapitel . Geisterwelt . Träume ...
... Nymphen Wasser · Wind . Wolke Sonne Mond . Sterne Jahreszeiten Seite 1 2 -- Echo , Echoes - Faune Blumen Spirits 6 15 18 23 25 27 30 32 35 37 Tag und Nacht Zwielicht und Schweigen Tod und Schlaf . Zweites Kapitel . Geisterwelt . Träume ...
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... 55. 6 Jul . and M. 5 . 7 Prince Ath . II , Fragm . III , 1. s The Zucca II . Die Luft ist der Erde Atem , der ihre Geschöpfe Erster Teil Mythische Bilder Erstes Kapitel Natur Erde Erdbeben Erdenleben: Nymphen Wasser Wind Wolke Sonne.
... 55. 6 Jul . and M. 5 . 7 Prince Ath . II , Fragm . III , 1. s The Zucca II . Die Luft ist der Erde Atem , der ihre Geschöpfe Erster Teil Mythische Bilder Erstes Kapitel Natur Erde Erdbeben Erdenleben: Nymphen Wasser Wind Wolke Sonne.
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... Nymphen Echo , Echoes Faune - Blumen Spirits . - Jene heiteren Naturgottheiten , mit denen die antike Mytho- logie Wald und Feld beseelte , nahm Shelley auch in seine Dich- tung auf , so die Nymphen . Das geheimnisvolle Wirken der ...
... Nymphen Echo , Echoes Faune - Blumen Spirits . - Jene heiteren Naturgottheiten , mit denen die antike Mytho- logie Wald und Feld beseelte , nahm Shelley auch in seine Dich- tung auf , so die Nymphen . Das geheimnisvolle Wirken der ...
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... Nymphen der Berge und Flüsse und den Faunen auf den nächtlichen Wiesengründen und in den tauglänzenden Höhlen am klaren Peneus führt , wo der süße Klang seiner Flöte und seines Gesanges das hehre Schweigen der ganzen Natur unterbricht ...
... Nymphen der Berge und Flüsse und den Faunen auf den nächtlichen Wiesengründen und in den tauglänzenden Höhlen am klaren Peneus führt , wo der süße Klang seiner Flöte und seines Gesanges das hehre Schweigen der ganzen Natur unterbricht ...
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... Nymphen läßt er von ihren gläsernen Thronsitzen aus den Schatten der Schiffe be- obachten . 8 In der eben erwähnten idyllischen Szene des Prometheus 1 Q. M. I , 224. 2 Epips . 413 ; cf. Letter to Maria Gisborne 38 ff . 4 Euganean Hills ...
... Nymphen läßt er von ihren gläsernen Thronsitzen aus den Schatten der Schiffe be- obachten . 8 In der eben erwähnten idyllischen Szene des Prometheus 1 Q. M. I , 224. 2 Epips . 413 ; cf. Letter to Maria Gisborne 38 ff . 4 Euganean Hills ...
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Ackermann Adonais Aeschylos ähnlich Alastor amphisbänische antiken Mythologie Apollo Ariost Asia Bild Blumen Boccaccio bright child Cloud Dæmon Darstellung dead Demogorgon Dichter Dowden Drama dreams Earth Einfluß Epips Erde Erdgeist erscheint ersten ewigen Juden eyes finden flowers Forman Fragm Fragment Gedichte geheimnisvolle Geist Gesang Gestalt Gisborne golden Gorgon green hair heaven Hellas Hermaphrodit Hesiod Himmel Höhle Homers Hymn Ideal Jupiter Laon läßt leaves Lerici Liberty lich liebliche Life light lightning living love Lucan Macht Meeres Menschen Milton Mond Montblanc Moon Morning mythische Mythus Natur Nereids night Nymphen o'er Ocean Okeaniden Okeanos originelle P. B. Shelley Panthea Phantom Plant Preller Prometheus Unbound Q. M. VIII Queen Mab römischen Mythologie Schlaf Schwingen Serchio Shelley sleep smiles Spirit stars Stelle Sweet Thetis thing thou Träume unseres waves Weise weiß Wesen West Wind white wieder wings Witch Wolken world Zeus Zucca Zügen
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Página 24 - 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; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Página 23 - 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!
Página 44 - The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night I see cars drawn by rainbow-winged steeds Which trample the dim winds: in each there stands A wild-eyed charioteer urging their flight. Some look behind, as fiends pursued them there, And yet I see no shapes but the keen stars: Others, with burning eyes, lean forth, and drink With eager lips the wind of their own speed. As if the thing they loved fled on before, And now, even now, they clasped it. Their bright locks Stream like a comet's flashing...
Página 20 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Página 34 - His breath was a chain which without a sound The earth, and the air, and the water bound ; He came, fiercely driven, in his chariot-throne By the tenfold blasts of the arctic zone.
Página 44 - My coursers are fed with the lightning, They drink of the whirlwind's stream, And when the red morning is bright'ning They bathe in the fresh sunbeam ; They have strength for their swiftness I deem, Then ascend with me, daughter of Ocean.
Página 21 - Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winge'd seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odours plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and Preserver; Hear, oh hear!
Página 30 - Scattered in strings; yet its two eyes are heavens Of liquid darkness, which the Deity Within seems pouring, as a storm is poured From jagged clouds, out of their arrowy lashes, Tempering the cold and radiant air around With fire that is not brightness...
Página 37 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Página 48 - O, that God, Profuse of poisons, would concede the chalice Which but one living man has drained, who now, Vessel of deathless wrath, a slave that feels No proud exemption in the blighting curse He bears, over the world wanders for ever, Lone as incarnate death!