Der goldene Spiegel
Erzählungen in einem Rahmen
Autor: Wassermann, Jakob 1873-1934, Erscheinungsjahr: 1912
Themenbereiche
Inhaltsverzeichnis
- Kapitel 01 - Franziska und die Freunde.
- Kapitel 02 - Was über den Spiegel beschlossen wurde.
- Kapitel 03 - Die Pest im Vintschgau.
- Kapitel 04 - Der Stationschef.
- Kapitel 05 - Geronimo de Aguilar.
- Kapitel 06 - Von Helden und ihrem Widerspiel.
- Kapitel 07 - Der Tempel von Apamea.
- Kapitel 08 - Die Gefangenen auf der Plassenburg.
- Kapitel 09 - Paterner.
- Kapitel 10 - Nimführ und Willenius.
- Kapitel 11 - Herr de Landa und Peter Hannibal Meier.
- Kapitel 12 - Begegnung.
- Kapitel 13 - Die Geschichte des Grafen Erdmann Promnitz.
- Kapitel 14 - Franziskas Erzählung.
- Kapitel 15 - Aurora.
- Kapitel 16 - Der Affe und der Spiegel.
Jakob Wassermann widmete dieses Buch seiner Frau.
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm-tops ’mong the freezing stars,
To thee the Spring will be a harvest time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when Phoebus was away,
To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn,
O fret not after knowledge, I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge, I have none
And yet the evening listens.
He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he’s awake who thinks himself asleep.
Keats.
O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind
Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,
And the black elm-tops ’mong the freezing stars,
To thee the Spring will be a harvest time.
O thou, whose only book has been the light
Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on
Night after night when Phoebus was away,
To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn,
O fret not after knowledge, I have none,
And yet my song comes native with the warmth.
O fret not after knowledge, I have none
And yet the evening listens.
He who saddens
At thought of idleness cannot be idle,
And he’s awake who thinks himself asleep.
Keats.