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ADALBERT Ćther already altogether appears beauty Burns called character clear critic dark death deep divine earth endeavour existence external eyes farther Faust feeling Fichte Franz Horn French Friedrich Schlegel genius German Goethe Goethe's ground hand happy heart Heinrich Döring Helena Heyne higher highest Hitzig humour infinite intellectual Jean Paul less light literary literature living look Ludwig Tieck Lynceus Madame de Staël man's matter means Menelaus ment Mephistopheles mind moral Müllner mystic nature ness never noble Novalis nowise ourselves perhaps Philosopher PHORCYAS piece Playwright poem poet poetic poetry poor racter readers reckon regard Religion Richter scene seems sense Shakspeare singular sort soul speak spirit stand Stoicism strange talent taste thee things thou thought tical Tieck tion true truth universal virtue Voltaire Voltaire's Werner whole wise words worth writing
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Página 372 - There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments ; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, which glowed (I say literally glowed) when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time.
Página 410 - In Being's floods, in Action's storm, I walk and work, above, beneath, Work and weave in endless motion! Birth and Death, An infinite ocean; A seizing and giving The fire of Living: 'Tis thus at the roaring Loom of Time I ply, And weave for God the Garment thou seest Him by.
Página 371 - I saw him one day at the late venerable Professor Ferguson's, where there were several gentlemen of literary reputation, among whom I remember the celebrated Mr Dugald Stewart. Of course we youngsters sat silent, looked and listened. The only thing I remember which was remarkable in Burns...
Página 394 - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
Página 276 - To griefs congenial prone, More wounds than nature gave he knew, While misery's form his fancy drew In dark ideal hues, and horrors not its own.
Página 294 - ... bring much into the world along with them : Nature has given to each whatever he requires for time and duration ; to unfold this is our duty ; often it unfolds itself better of its own accord. One thing there is, however, which no child brings into the world with him ; and yet it is on this one thing that all depends for making man in every point a man. If you can discover it yourself, speak it out.
Página 99 - Khan, with his shaggy demons of the wilderness, "passed away like a whirlwind," to be forgotten forever ; and that German artisan has wrought a benefit, which is yet immeasurably expanding itself, and will continue to expand itself through all countries and through all times. What are the conquests and expeditions of the whole corporation of captains, from Walter the Penniless to Napoleon Bonaparte, compared with these
Página 334 - Si vis me fen, is applicable in a wider sense than the literal one. To every poet, to every writer, we might say : Be true, if you would be believed. Let a man but speak forth with genuine earnestness the thought, the emotion, the actual condition, of his own heart; and other men, so strangely are we all knit together by the tie of sympathy, must and will give heed to him.
Página 334 - ... amidst that he describes : those scenes, rude and humble as they are, have kindled beautiful emotions in his soul, noble thoughts, and definite resolves ; and he speaks forth what is in him, not from any outward call of vanity or interest, but because his heart is too full to be silent. He speaks it, too, with such melody and modulation as he can ; ' in homely rustic jingle ;' but it is his own, and genuine.
Página 394 - And were this world all devils o'er, And watching to devour us, We lay it not to heart so sore; Not they can overpower us. And let the prince of ill Look grim as e'er he will, He harms us not a whit; For why his doom is writ; A word shall quickly slay him.