bookmate game
en
Gratis
Johan Wolfgang Von Goethe

The Sorrows of Young Werther

“The Sorrows of Young Werther” was Goethe’s first major work, an immediate sensation upon publication, and made Goethe a household name.
While Voltaire parodied rationalism in “Candide”, Goethe transcended it with the semi-autobiographical story of Werther, a young man governed more by his emotions than his reason, whose only employment is his delight in the romantic ideals of the pastoral lives he finds in the rural town of Walheim. There he also finds Charlotte, and in her an idealized but unobtainable old-world domesticity. Werther’s internal dialog about his growing obsession with Charlotte, and his inability to cope rationally with the fact that she is engaged to—and in love with—another man, form the bulk of the book in the form of a series of ever more intense letters to a friend.
Werther’s descent into sorrow has captivated readers for centuries, helped by Goethe’s itensely beautiful prose (translated here by R. D. Boylan), enchanting imagery, and obvious reverence for nature and a dying past.
149 trykte sider
Har du allerede læst den? Hvad synes du om den?
👍👎

Vurderinger

  • Oliver Rodriguezhar delt en vurderingfor 5 år siden
    🚀Opslugende

Citater

  • Sofía Escobarhar citeretfor 5 år siden
    I sometimes cannot understand how she can love another, how she dares love another, when I love nothing in this world so completely, so devotedly, as I love her, when I know only her, and have no other possession.
  • the moon, like marigoldshar citeretfor 2 år siden
    vowed this morning that I would not ride today, and yet every moment I am rushing to the window to see how high the sun is.
  • Miriam Mwimbahar citeretfor 6 dage siden
    Truly, my own bosom contains the source of all my sorrow, as it previously contained the source of all my pleasure. Am I not the same being who once enjoyed an excess of happiness, who, at every step, saw paradise open before him, and whose heart was ever expanded toward the whole world? And this heart is now dead, no sentiment can revive it; my eyes are dry; and my senses, no more refreshed by the influence of soft tears, wither and consume my brain.

På boghylderne

fb2epub
Træk og slip dine filer (ikke mere end 5 ad gangen)