Lyrisches im Shakspere, Volume 209Ackermann, 1881 - 161 pages |
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Page 13
... Labour's Lost ( A. 4 , Sc . 3 ) zu finden . Die daselbst auf die 14. Zeile folgenden zwei Verse : >> Do not call it sin in me , That I am forsworn to thee << sind von Malone in » The Passionate Pilgrim « eingefügt 13.
... Labour's Lost ( A. 4 , Sc . 3 ) zu finden . Die daselbst auf die 14. Zeile folgenden zwei Verse : >> Do not call it sin in me , That I am forsworn to thee << sind von Malone in » The Passionate Pilgrim « eingefügt 13.
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... thee is dear , whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me , whose deep conceit is such As , passing all conceit , needs no defence . Hatte Shakspere schon in Venus and Adonis , wie auch in Lucrece den ihm ...
... thee is dear , whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me , whose deep conceit is such As , passing all conceit , needs no defence . Hatte Shakspere schon in Venus and Adonis , wie auch in Lucrece den ihm ...
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... thee all this ; Yea and furr'd moss besides , when flowers are none , To winter - ground thy corse . In der Folge bestreut Belarius dann auch den Leich- nam Cloten's mit Blumen , und diese symbolisch auf die Todten deutend klagt er ...
... thee all this ; Yea and furr'd moss besides , when flowers are none , To winter - ground thy corse . In der Folge bestreut Belarius dann auch den Leich- nam Cloten's mit Blumen , und diese symbolisch auf die Todten deutend klagt er ...
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... thee this night a torch - bearer , And light thee on thy way to Mantua : Therefore stay yet ; thou need'st not to be gone . Rom . Let me be ta'en , let me be put to death ; I am content , so thou wilt have it so . I'll say yon grey is ...
... thee this night a torch - bearer , And light thee on thy way to Mantua : Therefore stay yet ; thou need'st not to be gone . Rom . Let me be ta'en , let me be put to death ; I am content , so thou wilt have it so . I'll say yon grey is ...
Page 39
... thee hence with hunt's - up to the day . O , now be gone ; more light and light it grows . Rom .: More light and light ; more dark and dark our woes ! Wie jene Unterredung auf dem Ball durch Geist und Scharfsinn ausgezeichnet ist , so ...
... thee hence with hunt's - up to the day . O , now be gone ; more light and light it grows . Rom .: More light and light ; more dark and dark our woes ! Wie jene Unterredung auf dem Ball durch Geist und Scharfsinn ausgezeichnet ist , so ...
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