her confused thoughts.

She thought continually of Markhold, and spent her time cutting his
name in the trees. The following description of a walk with her
sister Stillmuth and her lover Markhold, gives some idea of the
formal affected style of the time.

The day was fine, the sky blue, the weather everywhere warm. The
sun shone down on the globe with her pleasant lukewarm beams so
pleasantly, that one scarcely cared to stay indoors. They went
into the garden, where the roses had opened in the warmth of the
sun, and first sat down by the stream, then went to the grottos,
where Markhold particularly admired the shell decorations. When
this charming party had had enough of both, they finally betook
themselves to a leafy walk, where Rosemund introduced pleasant
conversation on many topics. She talked first about the many
colours of tulips, and remarked that even a painter could not
produce a greater variety of tints nor finer pictures than these,
etc.

In describing physical beauty, he used comparisons from Nature; for
instance, in _Simson_[16]:

The sun at its brightest never shone so brightly as her two eyes
... no flower at its best can shew such red as blooms in the
meadow of her cheeks, no civet rose is so milk-white, no lily so
delicate and spotless, no snow fresh-fallen and untrodden is so
white, as the heaven of her brows, the stronghold of her mind.

H. Anselm von Ziegler und Klipphausen also waxes eloquent in his