Milton's Comus: Uebersetzt und mit einer erläuternden Abhandlung begleitet von Dr. Immanuel Schmidt

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Haude u. Spener, 1860 - 69 páginas
 

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Página 57 - Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night ? I did not err : there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night, And casts a gleam over this tufted grove.
Página 34 - Of dragon-watch, with unenchanted eye, To save her blossoms and defend her fruit From the rash hand of bold Incontinence.
Página 37 - Thus from the laureat fraternity of poets, riper years and the ceaseless round of study and reading led me to the shady spaces of philosophy ; but chiefly to the divine volumes of Plato, and his equal Xenophon : where, if I should tell ye what I learnt of chastity and love, I mean that which is truly so...
Página 48 - In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun, Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race.
Página 62 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Página 51 - And yet is most pretended. In a place Less warranted than this, or less secure, I cannot be, that I should fear to change it. Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportioned strength ! Shepherd, lead on.
Página 19 - Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care, Confined and pestered in this pinfold here, Strive to keep up a frail and feverish being, Unmindful of the crown that Virtue gives, After this mortal change, to her true servants Amongst the enthron'd gods on sainted seats...
Página 58 - Plucking ripe clusters from the tender shoots ; Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Página 21 - He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day, But he that hides a dark soul, and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun; Himself is his own dungeon.
Página 57 - Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...

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