{"id":544,"date":"2007-01-05T10:32:05","date_gmt":"2007-01-05T07:32:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.clausmoser.com\/?p=544"},"modified":"2007-01-05T10:32:05","modified_gmt":"2007-01-05T07:32:05","slug":"the-drachenfels","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/clausmoser.de\/blog\/2007\/01\/05\/the-drachenfels\/","title":{"rendered":"The Drachenfels"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Drachenfels\"
\nDrachenfels-Rhein- Aquatinta,altcol. London. R.Ackermann,um 1820, via.<\/a><\/font><\/p>\n

Rhein-Romantik aus dem georgianischen England:<\/p>\n

Farewell, proud cliff! From Cologne’s gothic door
\nSlowly emerging o’er her boundless plain,
\nOr bounded but by thee, my eyes once more
\nTo catch one parting glimpse of thee I strain:
\nIt may be long ere thou and I again
\nShall be acquainted. If there be a spell
\nIn fancy’s store; if memory hold her reign,
\nOn thee, in all its power, that charm shall dwell,
\nLord of seven subject hills, high Drachenfels, farewell!<\/p>\n

Not that a mightier master of the rhyme,
\nWrapt by thy beauties, linger’d on his way,
\nStruck but one chord, and to all future time
\nHallow’d those beauties with his passing lay.
\nIt is not that the Rhine’s broad waters strayBeneath thy height to reach the distant sea;
\nNor many a wild tale of thy earlier day,
\nHow dear soe’er those tales to me;
\n‚Tis not for these I pour my parting strain to thee.<\/p>\n

But when my spirit, dull and stagnant now,
\nWas buoyant as the stream which sweeps thy strand,
\nIn rapture gazing on thy giant brow,
\nOn yon opposing shore I took my stand;
\nAnd there, with wavering line, and trembling hand,
\nFirst I essay’d fair Nature’s forms to trace;
\nThy fortress in its undisturb’d command,
\nThe precipice, the mountain’s sweeping grace,
\nThe rock, the vine, the copse low feathering to thy base.<\/p>\n

Improvements come too slow, but change too fast;
\nMy skill is what it was, but not as then
\nI gaze upon the wrecks of ages past,
\nThe works of nature, or the haunts of men;
\nThe mouldering gateway, or the mountain glen,
\nWere rapture to me. Such if now I prize,
\n‚Tis that they were so. If I seize the pen,
\nTo consecrate the feeling ere it dies,
\n‚Tis memory’s power alone can bid that feeling rise.<\/p>\n

And would that memory’s power could do no more!
\nWould there were nought to mingle with and spoil
\nThe embalmed sweets of recollection’s store!
\nBut suns which vivify the vernal soil,
\nBid, too, the adder in his brake uncoil.
\nUnchanging nature’s charms make us compare
\nThe brow deep furrow’d by the world’s long toil
\nWith her unwrinkled front \u2014 the hues of care
\nWith her fresh glories \u2014 all we are, with all we were.<\/p>\n

– Francis Egerton<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Nur eines<\/a> von vielen Fundst\u00fccken aus der herrlichen Website Spenser and Tradition: English Poetry 1579 – 1830<\/a>:<\/p>\n

The 25,000 records in this largely full-text database follow developments in English poetry from the publication of the Shepheardes Calender in 1579 down to Spenser’s successors among the nineteenth-century romantics. The archive presents poets as readers \u2014 imitators and emulators, critics and biographers \u2014 engaged with literary traditions that were complex, dynamic, and embedded in social institutions.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

(Via.<\/a>)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Drachenfels-Rhein- Aquatinta,altcol. London. R.Ackermann,um 1820, via. Rhein-Romantik aus dem georgianischen England: Farewell, proud cliff! From Cologne’s gothic door Slowly emerging o’er her boundless plain, Or bounded but by thee, my eyes once more To catch one parting glimpse of thee I strain: It may be long ere thou and I again Shall be acquainted. If […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-544","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/clausmoser.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/544","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/clausmoser.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/clausmoser.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/clausmoser.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/clausmoser.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=544"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/clausmoser.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/544\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/clausmoser.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=544"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/clausmoser.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=544"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/clausmoser.de\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=544"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}