A Poet HeroCassell, Petter, and Galpin, 1870 - 417 pagine |
Parole e frasi comuni
Ackermann amongst answered Antonie arms Aunt Dora Bärenhorst beautiful beloved black brigade Blücher bound in cloth Breslau bright brother calm Cassell's charming cheek cheerful Coloured comrades corps Counsellor Körner courage dark dear death Dora's Dresden Duchess earnest Elbe Emma emperor enthusiasm Erfurt exclaimed eyes face father Fatherland feeling Frau von Wolzogen Freiberg French Friesen genial gentle German gilt edges glowing Goethe Goethe's Gottfried GUSTAVE DORÉ hand happy heart honour Huber Illustrated imperial Karlsbad King of Saxony lady laughed Leipzig lettered lips lived looked Lützow Lützowers Metternich Minna morocco mother Napoleon never noble pale passed Petersdorff poet's prince Prussia Renz round Saxon scarcely Schiller seemed silent sister smile songs soul spirit sweet talent tears tender Theodor Körner's things tone Toni Vienna voice Volumes volunteers Weimar Weissenthurm whilst wife Wilhelm von Humboldt Wöbbelin words Wurtemburg young poet youth Zriny
Brani popolari
Pagina 251 - TELL ME NOT, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Pagina 157 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood...
Pagina 214 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Pagina 369 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him ! But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring, And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
Pagina 204 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay. I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, And steps of...
Pagina 278 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Pagina 155 - I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school-boy's brain; The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain. And the voice of that fitful song Sings on, and is never still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Pagina 369 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow, But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Pagina 174 - All are scattered now and fled, Some are married, some are dead; And when I ask with throbs of pain, "Ah! when shall they all meet again?
Pagina 344 - Theirs not to make reply, Theirs not to reason why, Theirs but to do and die, Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.