Lays of the Minnesingers Or German Troubadours of the Twelfth and Thirteenth Centuries: Illustrated by Specimens of the Cotemporary [sic] Lyric Poetry of Provence and Other Parts of EuropeLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1825 - Всего страниц: 326 |
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... spring time of the mind , " the season of un- folding intellect and mental blossoming ; " " Love , now an universal birth , From heart to heart was stealing , From earth to man , from man to earth , It was the hour of feeling . " It The ...
... spring time of the mind , " the season of un- folding intellect and mental blossoming ; " " Love , now an universal birth , From heart to heart was stealing , From earth to man , from man to earth , It was the hour of feeling . " It The ...
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... spring , Thoughts of love I cannot hinder , Come my heart inspiriting , & c . What frolic jollity revels in the song of the old Minne- singer Earl Conrad of Kirchberg , when he calls the gay circles , on the return of May , to go forth ...
... spring , Thoughts of love I cannot hinder , Come my heart inspiriting , & c . What frolic jollity revels in the song of the old Minne- singer Earl Conrad of Kirchberg , when he calls the gay circles , on the return of May , to go forth ...
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... spring or a garden for the multitude of its flowers . It is perhaps true enough that ornaments of many kinds are more delightful when they occur singly than when we see them gathered together in masses . Laura herself could scarcely ...
... spring or a garden for the multitude of its flowers . It is perhaps true enough that ornaments of many kinds are more delightful when they occur singly than when we see them gathered together in masses . Laura herself could scarcely ...
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... spring Unless there first be love at home . And thus is love the soul to me Of all my song and all my joy , Entrancing eyes and lips , heart , soul , in harmony . On the union of the crowns of Castille and Arra- gon , the language of ...
... spring Unless there first be love at home . And thus is love the soul to me Of all my song and all my joy , Entrancing eyes and lips , heart , soul , in harmony . On the union of the crowns of Castille and Arra- gon , the language of ...
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... spring to civilization and the culture of the mental faculties . M. Ginguené will not even allow the smiling descriptions of the beauties of na- ture , the joyous revelling in the genial influences of spring , the delights of fields ...
... spring to civilization and the culture of the mental faculties . M. Ginguené will not even allow the smiling descriptions of the beauties of na- ture , the joyous revelling in the genial influences of spring , the delights of fields ...
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Стр. 234 - THE beautiful spring delights me well, When flowers and leaves are growing ; And it pleases my heart to hear the swell Of the birds...
Стр. 41 - For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grapes give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Стр. 210 - Under der linden an der heide, da unser zweier bette was, da mugt ir vinden schone beide gebrochen bluomen unde gras. vor dem walde in einem tal, tandaradei, schone sanc diu nahtegal. Ich kam gegangen zuo der ouwe: do was min friedel komen e. da wart ich enpfangen, here frouwe, daz ich bin saelic iemer me.
Стр. 233 - Be m play lo douz temps de pascor Que fai fuelhas e flors venir ; E play mi quant aug la baudor Dels auzels que fan retentir Lor chan per lo boscatge ; E plai me quan vey sus els pratz Tendas e pavallos fermatz ; E plai m'en mon coratge, Quan vey per campanhas rengatz Cavalliers ab cavals armatz...
Стр. 294 - Qu'en son jargon ne chante ou crie Le temps a laissié son manteau De vent, de froidure et de pluye.
Стр. 168 - Hath banished care, finds many a joy: And I too would be gay, Were the load of pining care away; Were my lady kind, my soul were light, — Joy crowning joy would raise its flight. . . The flowers, leaves, hills, the vale, and mead, And May with all its light, Compared with the roses are pale indeed. Which my lady bears; and bright My eyes will shine as they meet my sight — Those beautiful lips of rosy hue, As red as the rose just steeped in dew.
Стр. 147 - The woodlands with my songs resound, As still I seek to gain The favor of that lady fair Who causeth all my pain. My fate is like the nightingale's, That singeth all night long, While still the woodlands mournfully But echo back her song. What care the wild woods, as they wave, For all the songster's pains ? Who gives her the reward of thanks For all her tuneful strains ? In dull and mute ingratitude Her sweetest songs they hear ; Their tenants roam the desert wild, And want no music there.
Стр. 237 - I've long desired and loved — from you. Or, prisoner to some noble, may I fill Together with three more, some dungeon chill Unto each other odious company; Let master, servants, porters, try their skill, And use me for a target if they will, If ever I have loved aught else but thee. So may another knight make love to you, And so may I be puzzled what to do ; So may I be becalmed 'mid oceans wide ; May the king's porter beat me black and blue, And may I fly ere I the battle view, As they, that slander...
Стр. 209 - Fast by the fountain, where bright flowers Of sparkling hue we see ; Close sheltered from the summer heat, That vision came to me. All care was banished, and repose Came o'er my wearied breast ; And kingdoms seemed to wait on me, For I was with the blest.
Стр. 41 - Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone; The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.