Archiv für das Studium der neueren Sprachen und Literaturen, Volume 16
J. Bädeker, 1854 - Philology, Modern
Vols. for 1858- include "Sitzungen der Berliner Gesellschaft für das Studium der neuren Sprachen."
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Page 222 - Paradise Lost ;" a poem, which, considered with respect to design, may claim the first place, and with respect to performance, the second, among the productions of the human mind.
Page 8 - Now, whether it were by peculiar grace, A leading from above, a something given, Yet it befell, that, in this lonely place, When I with these untoward thoughts had striven, Beside a pool bare to the eye of heaven I saw a man before me unawares: The oldest man he seemed that ever wore grey hairs.
Page 433 - That run-away's eyes may wink ; and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of, and unseen ! — Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties: or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. — Come...
Page 449 - I'M TO BE MARRIED O' SUNDAY. As I walk'd forth one May morning, I heard a fair maid sweetly sing, As she sat under her cow milking, We will be married o' Sunday. I said, pretty maiden, sing not so, For you must tarry seven years or mo, And then to church you may chance to go All to be married o
Page 236 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Page 225 - Another inconvenience of Milton's design is that it requires the description of what cannot be described, the agency of spirits. He saw that immateriality supplied no images, and that he could not show angels acting but by instruments of action; he therefore invested them with form and matter.
Page 105 - La fleur donne le miel : elle est la fille du matin , le charme du printemps , la source des parfums , la grâce des vierges , l'amour des poètes : elle passe vite comme l'homme , mais elle rend doucement ses feuilles à la terre.
Page 448 - Too good for me thinketh she things being most bad, All I do present her that may make her glad, All she doth present me that may make me sad; This equity have I with this willow garland! Could I forget thee, as thou canst forget me, That were my sound fault, which cannot nor shall be; Though thou, like the soaring hawk, every way flee, And patiently wear this willow garland!
Page 220 - Parcus deorum cultor et infrequens insanientis dum sapientiae consultus erro, nunc retrorsum vela dare atque iterare cursus cogor relictos...
Page 459 - Thus was I, sleeping, by a brother's hand Of life, of crown, of queen, at once dispatch'd: Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousel'd, disappointed, unanel'd, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head: O, horrible!