Bibliographie de Goethe en AngleterrePlon-Nourrit et cie, 1920 - 176 ページ |
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135 ページ - WERTHER had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter ; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. Charlotte was a married lady, And a moral man was Werther, And for all the wealth of Indies, Would do nothing for to hurt her. So he sighed and pined and ogled, And his passion boiled and bubbled, Till he blew his silly brains out, And no more was by it troubled. Charlotte, having...
56 ページ - O, who rides by night thro' the woodland so wild ? It is the fond father embracing his child ; And close the boy nestles within his loved arm, To hold himself fast, and to keep himself warm. " O father, see yonder ! see yonder ! " he says ; " My boy, upon what doest thou fearfully gaze ? " — " O, 'tis the Erl-King with his crown and his shroud." " No, my son, it is but a dark wreath of the cloud.
136 ページ - Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter.
51 ページ - Goethe well represent the terrible energy of that most odious of the works of genius, in which the whole power of imagination is employed to dispel the charms which poetry bestows on human life; — where the punishment of vice proceeds from cruelty without justice, and "where the remorse seems as infernal as the guilt.
57 ページ - Waverley, a Romance from the German,' what head so obtuse as not to image forth a profligate abbot, an oppressive duke, a secret and mysterious association of Rosycrucians and Illuminati, with all their properties of black cowls, caverns, daggers, electrical machines, trap-doors, and darklanterns? Or if I had rather chosen to call my work a 'Sentimental Tale...
120 ページ - Austin.— Germany from 1760 to 1814; Or, Sketches of German Life from the Decay of the Empire to the Expulsion of the French.
117 ページ - Both are now gone — Goethe and Coleridge : both are honoured by those who knew them, and by multitudes who did not. But the honours of Coleridge are perennial, and will annually grow more verdant ; whilst from those of Goethe every generation will see something fall away, until posterity will wonder at the subverted idol, whose basis, being hollow and unsound, will leave the worship of their fathers an enigma to their descendants.
30 ページ - I could do much. Once, indeed, I had a mimosa-sensibility, but it has long been rooted out : five years ago I counteracted Rousseau by dieting upon Godwin and Epictetus ; they did me some good, but time has done more. I have a dislike to all strong emotion, and avoid whatever could excite it; a book like ' Werter
28 ページ - The merchant finds no argument against it in his ledger: the citizen at the crowded feast is not nauseated by the stench and filth of the slave-vessel — the fine lady's nerves are not shattered by the shrieks! She sips a beverage sweetened with human blood, even while she is weeping over the refined sorrows of Werter or of Clementina.
25 ページ - I discovered this place one fine afternoon : all was perfect stillness ; every body was in the fields, except a little boy about four years old, who was sitting on the ground, and holding between his knees a child of about...