Lyrisches im Shakspere, Volume 209Ackermann, 1881 - 161 páginas |
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... never will I trust to speeches penn'd , Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue ; Nor never come in vizard to my friend ; Nor woo in rhyme , like a blind harper's song ! Taffeta phrases , silken terms precise , Three - piled ...
... never will I trust to speeches penn'd , Nor to the motion of a schoolboy's tongue ; Nor never come in vizard to my friend ; Nor woo in rhyme , like a blind harper's song ! Taffeta phrases , silken terms precise , Three - piled ...
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... never till to - night , never till now , Did I go through a tempest dropping fire . Either there is a civil strife in heaven , Or else the world , too saucy with the gods , Incenses them to send destruction . Auf diese ...
... never till to - night , never till now , Did I go through a tempest dropping fire . Either there is a civil strife in heaven , Or else the world , too saucy with the gods , Incenses them to send destruction . Auf diese ...
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... Never to hope again . Werfen wir nun noch einen Blick über die sämmtlichen Werke des Dichters , um zu ermitteln , wie sich das Em- pfindungsmässige , das Stimmungsmässige und das Betrachtende über dieselben vertheilen , so erkennen wir ...
... Never to hope again . Werfen wir nun noch einen Blick über die sämmtlichen Werke des Dichters , um zu ermitteln , wie sich das Em- pfindungsmässige , das Stimmungsmässige und das Betrachtende über dieselben vertheilen , so erkennen wir ...
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... never choose amiss . Some there be that shadows kiss ; Such have but a shadow's bliss : There be fools alive , I wis , Silver'd o'er ; and so was this . Take what wife you will to bed , I will ever be your head : So be gone : you are ...
... never choose amiss . Some there be that shadows kiss ; Such have but a shadow's bliss : There be fools alive , I wis , Silver'd o'er ; and so was this . Take what wife you will to bed , I will ever be your head : So be gone : you are ...
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... Never harm , Nor spell nor charm , Come our lovely lady nigh ; So , good night , with lullaby . Weaving spiders , come not here ; Hence you long - legg'd spinners , hence ! Beetles black , approach not near ; Worm nor snail , do no ...
... Never harm , Nor spell nor charm , Come our lovely lady nigh ; So , good night , with lullaby . Weaving spiders , come not here ; Hence you long - legg'd spinners , hence ! Beetles black , approach not near ; Worm nor snail , do no ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
alten Ballade Ballade bear besonders Charles Burney citirt Clown cuckoo Cymbeline dead dear death Delius Dichter doth Dramatiker Dramen earth eyes fair fairy Falstaff findet first flowers Fool Gedichte Gervinus give gone good green Hamlet hand hath head heart heaven King Henry King Lear know lady lark lassen leaves Lied light live Lord love Love's Labour's Lost Lucrece Lyrik lyrischen Macbeth maid make masque Merchant of Venice merry music Musik Natur never o'er Oberon Ovid Passionate Pilgrim Percy's Reliques poor Puck queen Rede Refrain Reim Robin Hood Romeo and Juliet Rosalind sagt Scene Shak Shakspere Shakspere's show sing singt Sir Toby sleep Sonette Song Sprache Stellen Steuerwald Strophe Stückes Surrey sweet Tagelied take Tempest thee Theil thing thou time Titania Titus Andronicus tongue true Two Gentlemen unserer Venus and Adonis Vers Verse volksthümliche Werken white willow wind wohl Wort
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Página 99 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding: Sweet lovers love the spring.
Página 143 - When daffodils begin to peer, With heigh ! the doxy over the dale, Why then comes in the sweet o' the year ; For the red blood reigns in the winter's pale. The white sheet bleaching on the hedge, With heigh ! the sweet birds, O, how they sing ! Doth set my pugging tooth on edge ; For a quart of ale is a dish for a king. The lark that tirra-lirra...
Página 31 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them...
Página 82 - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do, with their death, bury their parents
Página 30 - Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o
Página 81 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend...
Página 44 - When that the general is not like the hive, To whom the foragers shall all repair, What honey is expected ? Degree being vizarded, The unworthiest shows as fairly in the mask. The heavens themselves, the planets and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place...
Página 40 - Could great men thunder As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet ; For every pelting, petty officer, Would use his heaven for thunder ; nothing but thunder.
Página 136 - The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Página 119 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.