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... first heire of my invention << be- zeichnet . Um dabei mit Shakspere in Einklang zu bleiben , unterscheidet man zwischen ursprünglicher Conception und endgiltiger Gestaltung des Gedichtes . Und wenn auch einmal ein Mann aus den höchsten ...
... first heire of my invention << be- zeichnet . Um dabei mit Shakspere in Einklang zu bleiben , unterscheidet man zwischen ursprünglicher Conception und endgiltiger Gestaltung des Gedichtes . Und wenn auch einmal ein Mann aus den höchsten ...
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... first the infant , Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms . And then tho whining school - boy , with his satchel And shining morning face , creeping like snail Unwillingly to school . And then the lover , Sighing like furnace , with a ...
... first the infant , Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms . And then tho whining school - boy , with his satchel And shining morning face , creeping like snail Unwillingly to school . And then the lover , Sighing like furnace , with a ...
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... Which once untangled much misfortune bodes : This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs , That presses them and learns them first to bear , Making them women of good carriage : This is she VI . The Taming of the Shrew . I , 85 ---
... Which once untangled much misfortune bodes : This is the hag , when maids lie on their backs , That presses them and learns them first to bear , Making them women of good carriage : This is she VI . The Taming of the Shrew . I , 85 ---
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... ( First Part ) . Falstaff erklärt dem Prinzen Heinrich ( I , 2 , 16 ) , dass er mit den Seinen des Nachts und nicht beim Phœbus >> that wandering knight so fair « , ausgehe . Es ist dies wahr- scheinlich ein Citat aus einer Ballade vom ...
... ( First Part ) . Falstaff erklärt dem Prinzen Heinrich ( I , 2 , 16 ) , dass er mit den Seinen des Nachts und nicht beim Phœbus >> that wandering knight so fair « , ausgehe . Es ist dies wahr- scheinlich ein Citat aus einer Ballade vom ...
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... first ? My office is To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword , And that the king before the Douglas ' rage Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death . This have I rumour'd through the peasant ...
... first ? My office is To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword , And that the king before the Douglas ' rage Stoop'd his anointed head as low as death . This have I rumour'd through the peasant ...
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