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Abhandlung Alirander allgemein alſo alten Arbeit Aufgabe Auge baben batte Bedeutung Begriff beiden bekannt Bemerkungen beſonders Beziehung Bild Brief Buch derſelben deſſen deutſchen Dichter Dichtung dieſer eben eigenen eigentlich einige einmal einzelnen engliſchen erſt erſten Fall fann faſt feine fich finden findet folgenden fönnen fonnte Form franzöſiſchen ganze geben Gedichte gemacht genug Geſchichte gewöhnlichen gibt gleich Goethe Goethe's Gott großen Hand Herr höhern indem iſt Jahre König land lange laſſen läßt laut Leben legten Lehrer leicht lich Liebe Literatur machen macht manche Mann Methode möchte muß müſſen mußte näher Namen Natur neuen recht Rede reichen richtig ſagen ſagt ſcheint ſchon Schüler ſehr ſei ſein ſeiner Seite ſelbſt ſich ſie ſind Sinne ſoll ſondern Sprache ſtatt Stelle Stüde Tage Theil übrigens unſerer Unterricht Verfaſſer viel vielleicht Volf wahren Weiſe weiter wenig Werfe Werke wieder wohl wollen Wort zugleich zwei zweiten
371 페이지 - And then thou must be damn'd perpetually! Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
310 페이지 - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet so does wail? O 'tis the ravished nightingale. 'Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu,' she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise.
310 페이지 - Jug, jug, jug, jug, tereu ! she cries, And still her woes at midnight rise. Brave prick-song ! Who is't now we hear ? None but the lark so shrill and clear ; Now at heaven's gate she claps her wings, The morn not waking till she sings.
296 페이지 - AH ! were she pitiful as she is fair, Or but as mild as she is seeming so, Then were my hopes greater than my despair, Then all the world were heaven, nothing woe. Ah ! were her heart relenting as her hand, That seems to melt even with the mildest touch, Then knew I where to seat me in a land, Under wide heavens, but yet there is not such.
151 페이지 - I got on horseback within ten minutes after I got your letter. When I got to Canterbury, I got a chaise for town; but I got wet through...
321 페이지 - The seat of desolation, void of light, Save what the glimmering of these livid flames Casts pale and dreadful ? Thither let us tend...
370 페이지 - On God, whom Faustus hath abjured ! on God, whom Faustus hath blasphemed ! Ah, my God, I would weep, but the Devil draws in my tears. Gush forth blood instead of tears ! Yea, life and soul ! Oh, he stays my tongue ! I would lift up my hands, but see, they hold them, they hold them ! All.
363 페이지 - Marlowe bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had: his raptures were All air, and fire, which made his verses dear For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.