File:Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann by Wilhelm Hensel.jpg

Identifier: germanclassicsof05fran (find matches)
Title: The German classics of the nineteenth and twentieth centuries; masterpieces of German literature
Year: 1913 (1910s)
Authors: Francke, Kuno, 1855-1930 Howard, William Guild, b. 1868 Singer, Isidore, 1859-1939
Subjects: German literature German literature English literature
Publisher: Albany, N. Y. : J. B. Lyon company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Internet Archive

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
saw apples and cakes dancing round him, andevery kind look from this or that fair damsel was to himbut the reflex of the mocking laughter at the Black Gate.In this mood, he had got to the entrance of the bath; onegroup of holiday people after the other were moving in.Music of wind-instruments resounded from the place, andthe din of merry guests was growing louder and louder.The poor student Anselmus was almost on the point ofweeping; for he too had expected, Ascension-day havingalways been a family-festival with him, to participate inthe felicities of the Linkean paradise; nay, he had purposedeven to go the length of a half portion of coffee withrum, and a whole bottle of double beer, and, that he mightcarouse at his ease, had put more money in his purse thanw^as properly permissible and feasible. And now, by thisfatal step into the apple-basket, all that he had about himhad been swept away. Of coffee, of double beer, of music,of looking at the bright damsels — in a word, of all his
Text Appearing After Image:
iimuu Btrini Fnoto. Co., .\ cii 1 ork ERNST THEODOR AMADEUS HOFFMANN Hensel THE GOLDEN POT 403 fancied enjoyments, there was now nothing more to besaid. He glided slowly past, and at last turned down theElbe road, which at that time happened to be quite solitary.Beneath an elder-tree, which had grown out through thewall, he found a kind green resting-place; here he sat down,and filled a pipe from the Sanitdtsknaster or Health-tobacco,of which his friend the Conrector Paulmann had latelymade him a present. Close before him rolled and chafedthe gold-dyed waves of the fair Elbe-stream; behind himrose lordly Dresden, stretching, bold and proud, its lighttowers into the airy sky; which again, farther off, bentitself down toward flowerj meads and fresh springingwoods; and in the dim distance, a range of azure peaks gavenotice of remote Bohemia. But, heedless of this, the stu-dent Anselmus, looking gloomily before him, blew forth hissmoky clouds into the air. His chagrin at length becameaudi

Note About Images