Englische romankunst: Die technik des englischen romans im achtzehnten und zu anfang des neunzehnten jahrhunderts, เล่มที่ 92Mayer & Müller, 1910 |
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Abenteuer Abenteuerroman ähnlich allerdings alten Amelia Autor bedeutsam beiden besonders Blifil Booth Caleb Williams Cervantes Charakter Charakterisierungskunst Charakteristik Clara Reeve Clarissa Defoe deutlich Dichter Didaxis Don Quijote Drama edle Eindruck einzelnen englischen Romans ersten Erzählung Fathom Fielding Fieldingsche finden Friedensrichter Führung der Handlung ganzen Gattung gelegentlich Geliebten Geschichte gewisse gibt Godwin Goldsmith Grandison grosse Grundplan Helden Heldin heroisch-galanten Roman Humor Inchbald Jack Jonathan Wild Jones Joseph Andrews Kapitel kleinen komischen Konstruktionsmotiv Kunst künstlerische Leben Leser Lewis lich Liebe literarische London Lovelace Mackenzie Menschen menschlichen Moll Flanders Motiv muss natürlich neue objektiven Palaestra XCII Pamela pathetischen Pathos Peregrine Personen picaro Radcliffe Richardson Robinson Crusoe Rollenverteilung Roxana Samuel Richardson Satire Schicksal schliesslich Schluss seltsamen Shandy Smollett Sophia sozialen Roman starke steht Sterne Szene Technik Thomas Nash Toby Tom Jones Tradition Tristram Shandy Typus Vicar of Wakefield viel Vortrag Walpole weiter wenig wesentlich wieder Wirkung zeigt Züge zunächst
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หน้า 87 - ... his chair and bed. A little calendar of small sticks were laid at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed there; he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down. — shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction.
หน้า 83 - MARIA look'd wistfully for some time at me, and then at her goat and then at me and then at her goat again, and so on, alternately— — Well, Maria, said I softly What resemblance do you find...
หน้า 84 - ... waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart, rallied back ; — the film forsook his eyes for a moment ; — he looked up wishfully in my uncle Toby's face, then cast a look upon his boy ; — and that ligament, fine as it was, was never broken. — Nature instantly ebbed again ; — the film returned to its place ; — the pulse fluttered, — stopped,— went on, — throbbed, — stopped again, — moved, stopped. — Shall I go on? No.
หน้า 83 - Maria, said I softly What resemblance do you find? I do entreat the candid reader to believe me, that it was from the humblest conviction of what a Beast man is, that I asked the question; and that I would not have let fallen an unseasonable pleasantry in the venerable presence of Misery, to be entitled to all the wit that ever Rabelais scatter'd...
หน้า 83 - The blood and spirits of Le Fevre, which were waxing cold and slow within him, and were retreating to their last citadel, the heart rallied back...
หน้า 81 - em, which I had just purchased, and gave him one; and at this moment that I am telling it, my heart smites me, that there was more of pleasantry in the conceit, of seeing how an ass would eat a macaroon, than of benevolence in giving him one, which presided in the act. When the ass had eaten his macaroon, I pressed him to come in.
หน้า 63 - ... out beyond the valance - his right leg (his left being drawn up towards his body) hung half over the side of the bed, the edge of it pressing upon his shin-bone - He felt it not. A fixed, inflexible sorrow took possession of every line of his face. - He sighed once - heaved his breast often - but uttered not a word.
หน้า 90 - ... as it might be supposed mere men and women would do in extraordinary positions. He had observed that in all inspired writings the personages under the dispensation of miracles and witnesses to the most stupendous phenomena never lose sight of their human character : whereas in the productions of romantic story an improbable event never fails to be attended by an absurd dialogue. The actors seem to lose their senses the moment the laws of Nature have lost their tone.
หน้า 63 - The moment my father got up into his chamber, he threw himself prostrate across his bed in the wildest disorder imaginable, but at the same time in the most lamentable attitude of a man borne down with sorrows, that ever the eye of pity dropped a tear for. — The palm of his right hand, as he fell upon the bed, receiving his forehead, and covering the greatest part of both his eyes, gently sunk down with his head (his elbow giving way backwards) till his nose touched the quilt ; — his left arm...
หน้า 81 - I'll not hurt thee, says my uncle Toby, rising from his chair, and going across the room, with the fly in his hand,— I'll not hurt a hair of thy head: — Go, says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape; go, poor devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee? — This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me.