Neophilologus, Volumes 10-11J.B. Wolters, 1925 |
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Page 58 - Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a...
Page 59 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 41 - IF the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near ; Shadow and sunlight are the same ; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out ; When me they fly, I am the wings ; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.
Page 183 - Der du von dem Himmel bist, Alles Leid und Schmerzen stillest, Den, der doppelt elend ist, Doppelt mit Erquickung füllest, Ach, ich bin des Treibens müde! Was soll all der Schmerz und Lust? Süßer Friede, Komm, ach komm in meine Brust!
Page 184 - Bewundert viel und viel gescholten, Helena, Vom Strande komm ich, wo wir erst gelandet sind, Noch immer trunken von des Gewoges regsamem Geschaukel, das vom phrygischen Blachgefild uns her Auf sträubig-hohem Rücken durch Poseidons Gunst Und Euros' Kraft in vaterländische Buchten trug.
Page 59 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Page 184 - Doktor gar, Und ziehe schon an die zehen Jahr' Herauf, herab und quer und krumm Meine Schüler an der Nase herum Und sehe, daß wir nichts wissen können!
Page 106 - Ueber alien Gipfeln 1st Ruh, In alien Wipfeln Spiirest du Kaum einen Hauch ; Die Vogelein schweigen im Walde. Warte nur. balde Rubest du auch.
Page 41 - The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven ; But thou, meek lover of the good ! Find me, and turn thy back on heavea.
Page 179 - Le jour n'y finit point; et la nuit, avec ses sombres, voiles, y est inconnue ; une lumière pure et douce se répand autour des corps de ces hommes justes, et les environne de ses rayons comme d'un vêtement.