Lays and Legends of GermanyG. Cowie, 1834 - 274 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة viii - And thorough this distemperature, we see The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose : And on old Hyems' chin and icy crown, An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds Is, as in mockery, set.
الصفحة iv - A work of great interest might be compiled upon the origin of popular fiction, and the transmission of similar tales from age to age, and from country to country.
الصفحة 41 - THE LITTLE SHROUD. She put him on a snow-white shroud, A chaplet on his head; And gathered early primroses To scatter o'er the dead. She laid him in his little grave — 'Twas hard to lay him there, When spring was putting forth its flowers, And everything was fair. She had lost many children — now The last of them was gone ; And day and night she sat and wept Beside the funeral stone. One midnight, while her constant tears Were falling with the dew, She heard...
الصفحة iv - A primrose on the river's brim, A yellow primrose was to him. And it was nothing more...
الصفحة 42 - Twas hard to lay him there, When spring was putting forth its flowers, And everything was fair. She had lost many children — now The last of them was gone ; And day and night she sat and wept Beside the funeral stone. One midnight, while her constant tears Were falling with the dew She heard a voice, and lo ! her child Stood by her weeping too ! His shroud was damp, his face was white, He said...
الصفحة 247 - With that he began to eat and said, "Marlinchen, why are you crying? Your brother will certainly come back." Then he said, "Ah, wife, how delicious this food is, give me some more.
الصفحة 171 - ... might melts into the ideality of his character. Amidst clouds of infernal vapour, he developes his form, half in allegory and half with spiritual reality : — and his horns, his tail, his saucer eyes, his claws, his taunts, his wiles, his malice, all bear witness to the simultaneous yet contradictory impressions to which the hagiologist is compelled to yield. This confusion is very apparent in the demons introduced by St Gregory in his Life of St Benedict. A poet would maintain that they are...
الصفحة 170 - But in the conception of the legendary Satan, the belief in his might melts into the ideality of his character. Amidst clouds of infernal vapour, he developes his form, half in allegory and half with spiritual reality : — and his horns, his tail, his saucer eyes, his claws, his taunts, his wiles, his malice, all bear witness to the simultaneous yet contradictory impressions to which the hagiologist is compelled to yield.
الصفحة 244 - Then she was quite comforted and happy until the next month was over, and then she had a child as white as snow and as red as blood, and when she beheld it she was so delighted that she died. Then her husband buried her beneath the juniper tree...
الصفحة 238 - ... that her adventures have not reached a conclusion. A frog emerges from the well, and, before it suffers her to draw water, obliges her to betroth herself to the monster, under the penalty of being torn to pieces.