The sorrows of young Werther. Elective affinities

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J.C. Nimmo, 1903
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Pagina 121 - Thy look was like mist on the wave: thy shield, a red cloud in a storm. Armar, renowned in war, came, and sought Daura's love. He was not long refused: fair was the hope of their friends! Erath, son of Odgal, repined: his brother had been slain by Armar. He came disguised like a son of the sea: fair was his skiff on the wave; white his locks of age; calm his serious brow. Fairest of women, he said, lovely daughter of Armin! a rock not distant in the sea bears a tree on its side: red shines the fruit...
Pagina 119 - RYNO. The wind and the rain are past: calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun. Red through the stony vale comes down the stream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O stream ! but more sweet is the voice I hear. It is the voice of Alpin, the son of song, mourning for the dead ! Bent is his head of age; red his tearful eye.
Pagina 118 - Cease a little while, O wind ! stream, be thou silent awhile! let my voice be heard around! let my wanderer hear me ! Salgar ! it is Colma who calls. Here is the tree and the rock. Salgar, my love, I am here!
Pagina 118 - Salgar, hast thou slain my brother? Dear were ye both to me! What shall I say in your praise ? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands ! he was terrible in fight. Speak to me : hear my voice ; hear me, sons of my love.
Pagina 210 - The first is the business of the master of the house — his and his only. As in the city the prince and the council alone determine where a building shall be, so in the country it is the right of the lord of the soil that he shall say, ' Here my dwelling shall stand ; here, and nowhere else.
Pagina 120 - No more shall he hear thy voice; no more awake at thy call. When shall it be morn in the grave, to bid the slumberer awake ? Farewell, thou bravest of men ! thou conqueror in the field ! but the field shall see thee no more ; nor the dark wood be lightened with the splendour of thy steel. Thou has left no son. The song shall preserve thy name. Future times shall hear of thee ; they shall hear of the fallen Morar...
Pagina 117 - Colma. — It is night ; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of winds!
Pagina 328 - Let us live in as small a circle as we will, we are either debtors or creditors before we have had time to look round." " If we meet a person who is under an obligation to us, we remember it immediately. But how often may we meet people to whom we are ourselves under obligation, without its even occurrmg to us ! " " It is nature to communicate one's self: it is culture to receive what is communicated as it is given.
Pagina 121 - He came disguised like a son of the sea: fair was his skiff on the wave; white his locks of age; calm his serious brow. Fairest of women, he said, lovely daughter of Armin! a rock not distant in the sea bears a tree on its side: red shines the fruit afar! There Armar 113 waits for Daura. I come to carry his love! She went; she called on Armar. Nought answered, but the son of the rock.
Pagina 119 - Ullin had returned one day from the chase before the heroes fell. He heard their strife on the hill : their song was soft, but sad ! They mourned the fall of Morar, first of mortal men ! His soul was like the soul of Fingal : his sword like the sword of Oscar. But he fell, and his father mourned : his sister's eyes were full of tears. Minona's eyes were full of tears, the sister of car-borne Morar.

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